Okay, have had quite literally one of the worst couple of days of my entire life recently. Not in terms of actually life changing bad shit happening, but this whole "Series of absolutely shitty events" that seems to be my life recently really sucks monkey balls.
Started yesterday, slept through the alarm, woke up late, had to have a freezing cold shower cause someone used all the hot water. Huge headache cause of that damn storm and no time to grab anything resembling a food group before running out the door and tearing out of the driveway like a woman possesed. Had a 9am doctors appointment, I thought it would be fairly basic, but they found something wonky in my blood workup the other day and sent me to the hospital for tests. 3 HOURS of tests. Where they proceeded to stick me in a very drafty gown and poke me with sharp object and then sound suprised when I say that hurts. I hate doctors.
So I get home, drop off all the stuff I had to pick up in O-ville, grab some spare cloths and then dash off to work, still with not having eaten or gotten a chance to even grab some tea. Get to work, and it all went even farther downhill.
Storm = Angry Truck Drivers. Angry Truck Drivers, or ATD is a situation that should be avoided at all costs, the employment of bribes and threats to remedy this situation is fully warrented. NONE of them had handed in the paperwork I needed, you'd think that between the 20 of them, odds are one of them could figure out that them filling out 1 little sheet will save me from having to phone them on their off time to nag them for the information they forgot, but no. So spent 2 hours arguing with drivers about everything that's gone wrong in this company since they've worked here, and as a lowly office girl it is all automatically my fault.
Grr. Head, meet desk. Desk, head. I'm sure you 2 will become quite close in the near future.
Get off work at 5, and step out into that lovely mess that is Canada in winter, stupid country. I had a concert to go to in Toronto at the Harbourfront center, concert is at 8. I had 3 hours, plenty of time, says I.
Just getting from the city center (Near where I work) to the 401 took me an hour. I spent 2 1/2 hours on the 401 just to get to YORKDALE, and had to spend 15 minutes waiting for a subway cause all the old farts going to the Brian Adams concert had taken over Yorkdale.
So I run into the concert hall lobby, 50 minutes late, soaked to the skin, tired and hungry as hell and very very angry at life and the universe in general and I hear music coming out of the speakers. I recognize Sarah Slean (The women who I had come to see) singing. And I'm thinking that this has got to be something pre-recorded that they're just playing in the lobby cause it sounds way too good for live music. And then I realize something, she's singing a different version, and there's a string quartet in the background.
Sarah Slean is amazing live. The best performer I have ever seen live in fact. Most artist can't do as well in front of an audience as they do recorded, and if they manage to pull off the same amount of skill live as recorded it's considered good. Sarah Slean singing live in concert makes her CD look like a five year old singing the ABC's.
Holy. Shit.
Little venue, something like 200 people, somewhat shitty seats, but I have never been to a better concert. String quartet was amazing, she sang my 2 favourite songs, "When Another Midnight" and "Sweet Ones", as well as an amazing song by her I'd never heard before, "Narcolepsy Weed", inspired by the movie "My own Private Idaho" about a narcoleptic male prostitute (?). She also did a wonderfully haunting duet with a male singer of "Broken Hallelujah". Proved to have an amazing range, One of the best Soprano's I've ever heard yet she could sing the blues with the best of them.
Meru at 3:03 PM