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It was a nice weekend. My mom celebrated her birthday on St. Patrick's day and so we went off to her favourite restaurant. L'Oree du Bois (the edge of the woods) is a place that specializes in wild game. For the Ottawans in the house it's en route to the Mackenzie King Estate in Chelsea. Good food, good wine, and the next day a hangover. The waiter kept refilling my mom's and my glass and apparently we polished off a bottle of rosee each ... Thankfully I don't suffer from pain when I get hangovers. I just get cotton headed and am slow on the uptake.

It did end up meaning that I didn't get out to see a friend like I promised, but I couldn't take the chance of driving in the condition I was in. Unfortunately I got no writing done, and instead spent my time sleeping and playing Dark Cloud. It's a sad, sad way to spend a weekend.

Work angst

I am so mad I could spit!

I'm still having problems with my contract. I have explained to the director that my time sheet has to be signed and sent in on Friday, and yet, this past Friday he took off at noon. He told one person that he had to be home because a problem with the phones and he told another that his daughter was sick. He was supposed to come back at 4, he even called to confirm that he would be back for the meeting, and then never showed. And this morning? Apparently it's his day off!

My supervisor was in today and she got another director to sign the form, but she didn't get that done until about 2 this afternoon.

So I've had it! I go onto my yahoo mail to get a copy of my resume to update and I find this happy little message from my agency waiting for me:

"As of yet, your timesheet for last week, week-ending March 16th, has not been received. Remember that timesheet are due on Fridays or at the very latest Monday morning by 10AM. I've noticed that your name is often on the list, we do not have time to run after you, therefore please respect the deadlines set. Thank you!"

So now, because of this shit-head and his less-than-stellar work ethic, I'm in trouble with my agency. Nice, real nice.

I spoke with my agent and she has a potential position starting for me next week. I am praying that it goes through. Even if it doesn't I have told my agency that I will never work for DFAIT again!