...Valentine's Day, of course.
Just because I am in a relationship, doesn't mean I appreciate the commercial cheese of this discriminating date.
That said, I had an excellent one ;)
Ross surprised me with a day at this really nice spa. I thought this was beyond sweet since I think I mentioned in the past that I had never been to a spa, so he remembered this and booked me three hours there for a back massage, manicure and facial (ah, yes, there were a lot of facial jokes to follow). I, on the other hand, bought him the Need For Speed collectors series - all three games in one....and no, I obviously haven't learned my lesson about not buying your man video games.
Anyhoo was a lot more romantic than last years present (see the bear, top left).
Actually, I'm kidding. I loved that wee bear and before we even started going out, I showed him a picture of it (I saw it advertised on Perez Hilton) because I thought that it was the shit! How can you not like a bear that says what guys really mean? So, yes, I admit I was thrilled when Ross gave it to me last year.
Back to the spa: I was totally looking forward to some pampering...especially since in a few hours time I had a job interview.
Yes, a job interview and not the bridal one. This one was also for film, but for an office production assistant for a sound production company. The guy had received my resume a month ago and called me up for a interview out of the blue. Sweet.
Anyway, I arrived at the spa, a drowned rat thanks to Vancouver's pissing weather, and was immediately in heaven. My esthnetician was Stephanie, a pretty young girl my age with a chin stud and long black hair. I was thankful to have her instead of some old massuer.
The massage was lovely. Beyond lovely. I've never had a massage before (aside from the ones that hurt...the ones that loved ones give you) so I was in pure heaven for a 1/2 hour. I could literally feel the knots being smoothed out of my back. And the much-needed manicure and facial to follow made me feel all tenderized and warm inside. Bliss!
What made this spa visit most interesting though, was the lovely Stephanie.
It turned out that Stephanie had moved out here with her fiance from Ottawa and had been in Vancouver for about four months. She was elated because that day she found out that she was accepted for an apartment downtown and could move out the ghetto of East Van.
I asked her where she was living and it turned out, it was on my street. Small world, eh?
So I tried to find out where exactly...she wasn't really sure since she doesn't know Vancouver well and she couldn't remember the address...but with her description of nearby cross streets I started to deduce that she was quite close to me.
Then I started complaining about my apartment building.
Me: The maintenence fees are so high (whinge). But I guess because it has a pool on the roof.
Stephanie: Really? My building has a pool on the roof, too.
Me: Huh, well, I guess if you Google Earth it, lot's of apartments in that area have pools on roofs. How tall is your building, maybe I know it.
Steph: Not too tall.
Me: Mine's 12 floors.
Steph: Yah, so is this one.
Me: Huh...hmmmm. Can't really think of it. I'll have to go for a walk tomorrow and look around. So is it new?
Steph: Not really, it's being renovated so the carpets in the lobby are all ripped up and it stinks like fresh paint.
Me: Yeah, I hate that smell! People in my building have been painting too and they painted my door an ugly poo colour. They are replacing the carpets too...pain in the ass.
Steph: Yeah this building is painted this light brown inside. That sucks.
Me: Yah, the apartment manager is this Yugoslavian psycho. She is rough and you can hardly understand a word she says.
Steph: Really? What's her name.
Me: Crazy Apartment Manager? I have no idea, really. But she's terrible, she hasn't fixed the elevators yet.
Steph: Yeah, the elevators in my building don't work properly either. The apartment manager told me this and as if on cue, the doors opened between floors. She had a thick, Eastern European accent too...
Me: Huh...well, in my building....
Yeah. So, we continued on like this for about 10 minutes before it dawned on us that our apartments were in the same building.
But yay! Now I will actually know someone in the building and on top of it Steph said she would give me her staff discounts on products and we could hang out and drink lots of wine. It'll be just like Friends! And the more we got to talking, the more we realized how alike we were. I explained more of this to Ross and all he could think of was how there were going to be two of "me" in the building. Too much for one apartment to take.
And on an even better note, the crazy apartment managers are retiring as of March 1st! Score one for me.
Righty, so after I left the spa, all glowy and refreshed (in reality, "pink faced" and "sleepy") I rushed home to prepare for the job interview. Even though I couldn't have been more unprepared...I had to print out my resume on photo paper!
A six-minute drive later (how convenient) I arrived at the production offices. The interview actually ended up going on for an hour. I wasn't too sure about the job though. All I could deduce was that the man was very thorough and that the job was very hard. Extremely high stressed and fast-paced. And that I wouldn't actually know what the job was until the second interview (if there was to be one)...all that I got out of it was that it was very important and not something everyone can do. And that it involved dubbing dialouge and sound exclusively for animated films and tv shows (such as Ghost in the Shell and anime shows).
At this point I started to worry since, although I can handle high-stress and fast-paced jobs (the IFA had its hectic days...and I mean, hectic), the more he talked, the more it sounded like I shouldn't take the job. Plus, he added that they only pay $10 an hour for three months of probation and if you are essentially lucky, you might get to stay on and earn more. Not too appealing.
That said, the guy was nice and friendly and he did say that maybe the job wasn't for me considering I pay a mortgage and $10 isn't enough. But I'm going to see what happens, see what the actual job entails, before I decide on anything.
I just got told to come back for the second interview on Tuesday, so we shall see.
As for the romantic part of Valentine's Day, we had decided earliar not to do anything special. We thought it was overpriced and cliched to go out for dinner so we just stayed at mine, had a little picnic of deli food and watched Lost...which was one heck of an episode (for all you Lost fans, check out this Blog, it has all the Lost goodies you wouldn't normally pick up on - including subliminal messaging!).
So, how was your V-Day?
OH and I haven't forgotten about the whole bride thing. I had my interview with the director of The Office today for Licence to Wed (made myself look as bride-tastic as possible too) and already know the outcome. But that will have to wait for tomorrow's post. Mwahaha.