Rough day at work

Excuse me while I collapse from exhaustion.

~g. mango hereby tenures her resignation

We are fam-il-y

Unfortunately, the bicoastal mango masterpiece that my sister S and I did in realtime on MSN a few weeks ago refused to open. It was so loverly, comparing life in Vancouver with life in Toronto. It took us a good hour of whiteboarding to finally finish it. And I cried bitter bronchitis tears into my germed-coverd pillows every night because it wouldn't work.

So my wonderful sister J created a "Hello My Name Is" template for me so I could at least have some sort of mango family collaboration. The only stipulation was that I gave her credit.

So here is your credit, wonderful J, my little sister who dropped from cyberarts heaven. Without you there would be no drawring. And no purpose in my life. I am not worthy of a sister such as you J. How I love you, my favourite sister named J. Oh, gracious and highly talented J, I grovel at your feet.

Wait, no. I was thinking about someone else.

But I can gravel at your feet. But only if you click on the pic for slightly better resolution.




Shout outs to SOF, FS, WG, J__eight!, Spoon, Marzipan Artist, and J!


~ if need be, g.mango is also willing to Gravol® at your feet

Nothing says good morning like a cup of Black Death

After a week of suffering, I finally pulled myself together yesterday for a trek to ye olde walk in clinic to find out what ails me.

Good news is, though my symptoms led me to believe otherwise, the doctor confirmed that I have not, in fact, contracted one of the following infirmities:

• a cold
• the flu
• pnemonia
• the bubonic plague
  

However, I do have bronchitis. Which is just a smidge better than the plague. And by far the best nine-day ab workout anyone could ask for.

~ please excuse g. mango while she scrapes her lung off the floor

Hit the road, hack

FROM THE DESK OF GREEN MANGO

Dear cold and hacking cough,

Enough already.

Sincerely,

G. Mango and her dilapidated immune system

~ infectin' the unsuspectin' since last saturday

Hello Mango, I'm a first time caller

Despite my newly acquired rain gear, and the subsequent lack of precipitation in the Greater Vancouver Regional district, I am sick. Coughing, sneezing, sniffling, itchy-watery-eyes, ooh-check-out-my-sultry-late-night-fm-radio-show-host-voice sick.

But I've got more work done in my state of sickness than I have since I've got here. Which just goes to show, when the going gets tough, the mango refuses to go to a doctor and instead throws herself into her work.

I guess it doesn't help that I have the best job in the history of mangokind. Let's look at today, for example. This morning, I have a meeting to put forward a proposal to rehaul our network (so easy). The rest of my work day involves little children making me into a human hotdog for a big event with all four of our sites (so messy, and yet so very fun).

The event is called Math Dare. So half of the time the kids compete in teams to out-math the other teams. And the other half of the time they compete in messy challenges. One of them involving turning otherwise human staff members into hotdogs.

Don't you wish, instead of staring at a computer screen all day, you got paid to have small children douse you with condiments?

You know you do.

~g. mango sees your sour grapes, and raises you a human hotdog

Houston, we have a drawring!

As I still am without a winternet connection chez moi, I took it upon myself to rehaul the computers at work. A million hours of defraging and disk clean ups and adding/removing and reformating later, I can actually get (some semblance of) work done. And also, I can create a short recap of my first few weeks in Vancouver, full of beautiful drawrings to appease my fans.

Ahem. . .

A SHORT RECAP FULL OF BEAUTIFUL DRAWRINGS

TO APPEASE MY FANS

When I landed in Vancouver, it was sunny and warm. I promptly contacted all my snow-bound loved ones and gloated.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine!

You make me ha-ppy when the people that i love are freezing their assets off...


Five minutes later the heavens opened up. It started to rain. The flood waters rose. And, not owning any rain gear, I found myself in a constant and unfortunate state of wetness.

Where is my sunshine, my only sunshine?

Will this de-luge of rain ne-ver end?!


I sought refuge indoors. And made plans to redecorate my office space.

Dear Hewlett Packard,
Please stop making computers.
Sincerely,
G. Mango.


Hopelessly confined to the indoors, my only joy (and human contact) came when the UPS man brought me my personal computer.

Hooray for human interaction and computers with more than 16 megs of ram!


So bored was I with my internetless computer great was my joy, that I rushed out to buy proper rain attire so I could continue to interact with genuine West Coasters.

Bring. It. On.

FIN

~ if g. mango knew picasso, she would buy herself a gray guitar and play

Haikus of hate

ONE (1)

oh work computer
you crash nineteen times each day
hindering blogging

TWO (2)

patience is fleeting
will kick in my monitor
before the day ends

THREE (3)

wireless router
come to my rescue please
i will work from home

FOUR (4)

sadness overwhelms
no drawrings for anyone
photoshop is gone

FIVE (5)

oh blue screen of doom
i'll show you fatal error
windows sucks so large

~g. mango is a poet and she totally knowed it

Gung Hay Fat Choi

FROM THE DESK OF GREEN MANGO

Dear, kind readers,

Happy Chinese New Year! May your year be blessed and prosperous. May all your money be lucky. And may all your choi be fat.

Sincerely,

G. Mango

~g. mango fully intends to break her chinese new years resolution before the day is done

Brown is better

Today the UPS man came with my computer, my rollerblades, my stuffed racoon, and my year-long supplies of Tim Horton's coffee and French Vanilla.

I could've kissed him.

But I decided against it.

The great wisdom I had in restraining myself with the UPS man was made apparent when I opened the box my monitor was in and found that UPS upped and broke my monitor. Just cosmetic injuries, of course. But it had done broke nonetheless.

No worries. I don't really care. And once I get a wireless card, I shall finally be able to rid myself of these sluggishly-obsolete, software-challenged computers-by-name-only that we have at work. And you know what that means?

DRAWRINGS FOR EVERYONE!

~hello my name is mango/ and i like to do drawrings.

Mille fois merci

It seems fitting, with all the changes in my life recently -- some that brought joy, and some that brought pain -- that I should do a little reflecting. Be forewarned, the sappiness of this post has yet to reach its climax. Bail now, ye of little sap.

I am thankful.

I am thankful because loss of life does not mean loss of legacy. The people we have lost may not be here in flesh, but they live on. And though my heart sometimes breaks, I know they are filled with joy and I will see them again.

I am thankful because even though I am far away from many of the people that I love, I have friends both near and far who have been here to comfort me and make me laugh.

I am thankful because I asked God for a free desk, a good mattress, and a cool housemate, and I got them all. And as a bonus got a chance encounter with a very handsome blast from the past. Boo yah.

I am thankful because I now have a fantastic job that allows me not only to do something I love and interact with people I adore, but also to work in my pajamas. All day. Everyday. Oh yeah.

I am thankful because I have been given much. And much has been required of me.

I am thankful because you have taken the time to read this sap-filled post, even though you should've really been doing something more constructive.

Edit - 9:58 pm: I am thankful that even though I totally forgot to watch Lost and Gilmore Girls tonight (I know, I know), that both episodes will be painstakingly outlined for me on Television Without Pity.

I am thankful that you still love me despite my less than stellar choices in broadcast media one-hour time-wasters.

~sap: it does a mango good