Haven't been writing the last couple of days. Been busy last Friday.
We had a really long day. Was so tired when I got home
and spent yesterday just resting and catching up on sleep.
Will probably go back to bed after writing this.
So Friday, I had my kitchen shift at 6am. So I was up around 3am.
Then, we went to the job search place in the afternoon for 1:30pm.
Then, we had to go to the event at 6:30pm. It was great.
There were stations with hor d'oeuvres,
a central table with cold cuts and cheeses. Cheese curds, and provalone.
And bread so people could make sandwiches, bowls of mustard.
Next to that was a dessert table. With all kinds of pastries.
I got a couple of business cards from a couple of Chefs.
One of them is around my age. He worked for Parliament,
but he recently got hired at the German Embassy.
He gave me two cards. He wanted me to give one to Chef.
Which I will tomorrow. I said I will, I will.
It was all fancy, it was at The National Art Gallery.
They have their own catering, which I didn't know.
It's a nice place to have a party, but very expensive.
A lady was telling me it was like $8,000/night 17 years ago.
It could be more now. Probably is.
They wanted to sell more tickets, it was a fundraiser.
For the Olympics. Also for the Ottawa Mission.
It was $150/person, but I got to go as a guest.
One of the guys in the other group was following me around all night.
He said he was shy and I wanted to go meet different people and network.
Which I got to do after he left.
I wasn't there to be his wingperson or whatever.
He seems to be a nice guy, but it was just....
"Go do your own thing and let me do mine, please."
I got him to try some food he wasn't used to trying.
I introduced him to a couple of people.
I kept him company, but I just wanted to go mingle and stuff.
And he didn't want to. I finally got to, but near the end of the evening.
I hope he doesn't latch onto me at future events.
He was worried about his English. Worried about talking to people.
I'm shy too, but I'm trying to break myself of that.
The Sous Chef was welcoming and talked to me there.
When I saw her in the kitchen before this, I said hi to her
and she walked right by me without saying anything. Totally blew me off.
So it surprised me that she said anything to me when I got there.
There were some awkward moments between us.
When I didn't know what to say.
And I didn't want to seem weird. But I seemed weird. Whatever.
I'm back in touch with someone from my past.
I'll see how that goes. Often times it is whatever it is.
Then they move on and I have to move on.
He said that if I teach him what I know about web design,
he'll teach me guitar. He said I'm improving, but I need work.
Which I know, but I didn't have anyone to teach me.
I know Sean plays guitar, but he's a busy guy. A busy Dad.
Also he doesn't live right around the corner anymore.
I had a dream that my mother was trying to quit smoking.
And I went to visit her at a new place that looked a lot
like a place we used to live when I used to live with her.
And she was asking about my father.
I don't know how she could have forgotten that he died,
but she did and I had to break it to her.
I once asked her how she met my father,
but she told me she couldn't remember.
I think she just didn't want to talk about it.
I think they met at a mutual friend's house. At a party probably.
Maybe I was a result of a one night stand. Wouldn't be surprised.
I don't think my parents really dated. They might have briefly,
but I never heard anything about it.
My mother 'forgot' because she wanted to.
But anyway, all that is in the past anyway.
I just kind of wanted to know how I came to be
or if my parents actually loved each other or what.
I still don't know much about my father.
And the only people who can tell me about him
are either dead or don't want to tell me about him.
We had a really long day. Was so tired when I got home
and spent yesterday just resting and catching up on sleep.
Will probably go back to bed after writing this.
So Friday, I had my kitchen shift at 6am. So I was up around 3am.
Then, we went to the job search place in the afternoon for 1:30pm.
Then, we had to go to the event at 6:30pm. It was great.
There were stations with hor d'oeuvres,
a central table with cold cuts and cheeses. Cheese curds, and provalone.
And bread so people could make sandwiches, bowls of mustard.
Next to that was a dessert table. With all kinds of pastries.
I got a couple of business cards from a couple of Chefs.
One of them is around my age. He worked for Parliament,
but he recently got hired at the German Embassy.
He gave me two cards. He wanted me to give one to Chef.
Which I will tomorrow. I said I will, I will.
It was all fancy, it was at The National Art Gallery.
They have their own catering, which I didn't know.
It's a nice place to have a party, but very expensive.
A lady was telling me it was like $8,000/night 17 years ago.
It could be more now. Probably is.
They wanted to sell more tickets, it was a fundraiser.
For the Olympics. Also for the Ottawa Mission.
It was $150/person, but I got to go as a guest.
One of the guys in the other group was following me around all night.
He said he was shy and I wanted to go meet different people and network.
Which I got to do after he left.
I wasn't there to be his wingperson or whatever.
He seems to be a nice guy, but it was just....
"Go do your own thing and let me do mine, please."
I got him to try some food he wasn't used to trying.
I introduced him to a couple of people.
I kept him company, but I just wanted to go mingle and stuff.
And he didn't want to. I finally got to, but near the end of the evening.
I hope he doesn't latch onto me at future events.
He was worried about his English. Worried about talking to people.
I'm shy too, but I'm trying to break myself of that.
The Sous Chef was welcoming and talked to me there.
When I saw her in the kitchen before this, I said hi to her
and she walked right by me without saying anything. Totally blew me off.
So it surprised me that she said anything to me when I got there.
There were some awkward moments between us.
When I didn't know what to say.
And I didn't want to seem weird. But I seemed weird. Whatever.
I'm back in touch with someone from my past.
I'll see how that goes. Often times it is whatever it is.
Then they move on and I have to move on.
He said that if I teach him what I know about web design,
he'll teach me guitar. He said I'm improving, but I need work.
Which I know, but I didn't have anyone to teach me.
I know Sean plays guitar, but he's a busy guy. A busy Dad.
Also he doesn't live right around the corner anymore.
I had a dream that my mother was trying to quit smoking.
And I went to visit her at a new place that looked a lot
like a place we used to live when I used to live with her.
And she was asking about my father.
I don't know how she could have forgotten that he died,
but she did and I had to break it to her.
I once asked her how she met my father,
but she told me she couldn't remember.
I think she just didn't want to talk about it.
I think they met at a mutual friend's house. At a party probably.
Maybe I was a result of a one night stand. Wouldn't be surprised.
I don't think my parents really dated. They might have briefly,
but I never heard anything about it.
My mother 'forgot' because she wanted to.
But anyway, all that is in the past anyway.
I just kind of wanted to know how I came to be
or if my parents actually loved each other or what.
I still don't know much about my father.
And the only people who can tell me about him
are either dead or don't want to tell me about him.
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