Ed and I didn’t end up going to Quattro for dinner last night, but not because it was closed (we had planned to go to the North Shore location all along), or because we were afraid of being shot at (we live in the Ghetto of North Vancouver; it’s a fact of life) – we didn’t go because I don’t really have a job.

I’m not being sarcastic this time; I really don’t. I sent a Come to Jesus (what does that mean, anyway? I honestly don’t know; I just enjoy the visual of asking my boss to meet me at the Jesus for some coffee and a scone) email to my boss asking what the hell was going on, and promptly (well, a couple hours later) found out many interesting things like there’s trouble afoot and hours are being slashed and executives are taking pay cuts and people are being let go and also all projects are on hold so um there’s really no work for me to do.

Well then. I was also told to take anything else that might come along, was guaranteed a good reference, and they’ll keep me posted if anything comes up for me to do. In the meantime, I have about three weeks of work I can bill for, and .. that’s about it. Oh, and the support system I worked so very hard to build up and make our clients love us for was scaled back to the pre-me state of the president or vice president will get back to you on that when they have time.

With all that news fresh in my ear, neither Ed nor I felt very good about spending a lot of money on a fancy dinner, tenth anniversary or not.

However, the evening wasn’t a wash by any means. Josh and I scooted to the Vespa shop to meet up with Ed and Shan’s newly tuned Scarabeo, and then we scooted around town for a bit smelling the below-mentioned smells and having an excellent time. We met up with Miranda and Reilly, and the 6 of us scooted to go have a look at a Mitsubishi Delica that Josh has his eye on. Afterwards, we all went to Da-De-O’s for some amazing food (some of which was on FIRE) and many laughs and good times before we all scooted to our respective homes for sleepings. So, while Ed and I didn’t get gourmet Italian food, we DID get to hang out with our favourite people, eat some deliciously filling tasty things, and spend a good third of what we would have spent had we stuck to our original plan. Besides, our Fifthiversary is coming up next week and we’re going away for fun and romance and island adventures.

A silver lining is not at all second best when silver is obviously so much more awesome than gold.

I couldn’t sleep last night though, which means my stress-induced insomnia is returning. The Skunk Jamboree certainly didn’t help either – it was so bad I had to leave the bedroom, and the living room was only slightly less foul. When is skunk season over? Far away skunk isn’t so bad, but when they’re doing that anal scent gland thing basically under your bedroom window, something has to be done. Do gorillas eat skunks? I could get some gorillas for the neighbourhood; put them in uniforms and let them patrol the area.

I do not enjoy being able to taste anyone’s stink, with or without fear of being infected by it. I am not Agent Elrond. You’ve failed me yet again, Starscream. LEFT CHEEK! LEFT CHEEK! LEFT CHEEK!

Hee! Who needs a job when I crack myself so consistently up?