Workplace Bullying


On Tuesday, Andrew complained that he had to spend over an hour in a mandatory Worksafe BC seminar about workplace bullying.  Apparently, every workplace in BC has to put a workplace bullying plan in to effect. Ya know, so that when the kids all gang up on you at lunch, there’s someone to tattle to.  This involves spending billable hours (on the company’s dime!) in the aforementioned seminar.

Andrew works as a software developer. Most of the people he works with are software developers.  Do you really  think that it’s necessary to herd all the software developers into a room to tell them not to bully each other?

Apparently, Big City Church, where I work, is also mandated to hold one of these seminars at some point. Because there is such a systematic problem with Pastors bullying each other?

More importantly, since when is it necessary to herd grown adults into a room to […]

On Why I No Longer Like Grocery Shopping

Once, in the foggy, outer realms of my memory, I seem to recall that I liked grocery shopping. I could spend an hour picking up a few things, wandering the aisles, amazed at all the wonderful things we have created for ourselves.  (Who knew there were multiple sizes of melon ballers?  Fabreeze garbage bags? Can you believe it? And dryer balls!  Do those things actually work?)

Now, I sort of hate grocery shopping. Just a little bit.  Mostly, I just find it infuriating to actually get inside the store.

First, I need to get Kenzie into the stroller, squeeze us into the elevator, awkwardly lean over the stroller to push the elevator buttons, squeeze out of the elevator, and try not to look to awkward doing so.  Getting her out of the stroller exhilarates her; she can almost taste the freedom. And then, immediately putting her in the carseat incites just a little […]

By |June 5th, 2014|Adventures with Crazies, Things That I Hate|1 Comment

Oh, Rats!

Our building has a rat infestation.  There. I said it. I hadn’t wanted to say it because it’s disgusting. But I needed to get it off my chest.

We. Have. Rats.

Thus far, the rats haven’t actually ventured into our unit, but during the past few nights it sounds like a few of the rats have been staging UFC fights in the ceiling above our bed. It’s seriously unsettling. With some of our neighbours, this really isn’t surprising. Strata has apparently had an exterminator out to deal with our unwelcome visitors, but I’m not seeing results.

I’ve always been a little edgy about rats. When I was a very small child, my granddad told me that rats eat the toes off of bad children while they sleep.  Not particularly surprising. This was the same grandparent that explained – in blunt, terrifying terms – how a surgeon would use the bone saw on display at museum […]

By |November 22nd, 2013|Awkward Moments, Things That I Hate|3 Comments

In Which I Am Rendered Speechless

Sometimes – very occasionally – I’m rendered speechless.  It doesn’t happen particularly often because I tend to form and express opinions very quickly.  When I am left speechless, with absolutely no coherent thoughts to express, it’s usually a sign that what I’ve encountered is completely mind boggling, even to someone with a wild imagination.

Today, I was speechless.

My mom and I decided to grab a bite of lunch and take Mackenzie for a walk at Crescent Beach. While we were waiting for our usual beachfront lunch spot to open, a couple from Gracepoint walked past. When everything went to hell in a hand basket at Gracepoint, this couple actually showed up at my parent’s doorstep to apologize for how wrongly we had been treated. As far as we knew, these people liked us and were on good terms with us.  They literally brought my parents honey as a token of affection […]

By |October 18th, 2013|Adventures with Crazies, Awkward Moments, Church, Things That I Hate|6 Comments

Rage Against the Machine, Part 2

I have a long history of turbulent relationships with vacuum cleaners.

I hoped this would be an awkward stage I’d grow out of. Sort of like when I had bangs and braces. Or when I thought I’d grow up to be a pop singer.

No such luck.

I hate vacuuming, so I don’t do it very often.  One of the last times I vacuumed, I couldn’t understand why the blasted beast wasn’t picking up more crumbs from our hardwood.  It has a hardwood function, so it wasn’t like I had asked the vacuum to go above and beyond the call of duty. I double checked that phasers were set to stun and vacuum was set to hardwood. There was no reasonable explanation for the fact our vacuum refused to cooperate.  Then I checked the waste canister to see if it was too full.

The vacuum released a spiteful cloud of dust, which sent […]

By |April 22nd, 2013|Gender Issues, Musings, Things That I Hate|0 Comments

Misadventures in Pregnancy: Evasive Maneuvers

It finally happened: I was forced to take evasive maneuvers from a complete stranger attempting to touch my baby bump.  Honestly, my bump is still quite small, and I know that there have been some post-Thanksgiving-turkey-binge mornings I’ve looked equally round. I was surprised that someone would actually make any reference to my pregnancy when it’s still a little ambiguous, but I was prepared.

Being pregnant dissolves any societal norms about personal boundaries. It’s like people view me as a shiny new incubator, or some sort of communal property. And, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not. And I don’t want to be touched. I hate being touched by people I don’t know.  And I hate any sort of social situation that makes it okay for a stranger to get into my personal space.  Crowded elevators. Standing-room-only anything. Wax Museums with bus loads of foreign tourists (don’t ask). And now, being […]

If You Give a Mouse a Cookie…

I feel like being pregnant is a lot like the children’s book If You Give a Mouse a Cookie.

The book is about a little boy who gives a mouse a cookie. Mice really shouldn’t have cookies, the cookie is probably really bad for the mouse, and the cookie is almost the same size as the mouse, so you would think that the mouse would just be grateful that someone gave him a damn cookie. Nope.  The little ingrate wants a glass of milk to go with a cookie, a mirror to make sure he doesn’t get a milk mustache, nail scissors to trim his mustache, a broom to sweep up his ‘stache clippings, a pre-nap story, a picture to color, a fridge to put the picture on, and a glass of milk because the refrigerator makes him thirsty.  And, of course, what would milk be without a cookie?

The mouse is […]

By |March 9th, 2013|Gender Issues, Little Ass-Kicker, Things That I Hate|0 Comments

Things I Hate #472: Columbus Day

I hate Columbus Day.  I hate the fact that we praise him as the man that discovered the “new world.”  When Columbus reached the Americas, there was already an indigenous population. They had discovered the land and settled it long before he did. Moreover, Leif Eiriksson, a viking explorer, reached North America some 500 years before Columbus set sail.

So why all the fuss about Columbus?  Why does he get a day? I wish I knew.

The history books gloss over the atrocities committed by Columbus and his men. I can’t say I disagree with this, as his actions were very gruesome and not at all appropriate for small children. Yet, by secondary school, you’d think more educators would take strides to rouse us from our blissful ignorance about Columbus and his expeditions. From his first interactions with one people group, the Arawaks of the Bahama Islands, Columbus planned to capture and enslave this […]

By |October 12th, 2010|Things That I Hate|0 Comments