When life gives you lemons, buy beautiful and expensive cats.
So while I was drowning in shit at the call centre, Roisin spotted a kitten on Facebook while stalking Ragtown Cattery (ragdoll cat breeders). This spurred one of our more ill-timed and yet fantastic purchases: Orlaith (pretentious Irish name sounds like: Orla), a seal bicolour kitten.
But then we went to visit this wee kitten a few weeks before she was ready to come home with us and Sandy, our breeder, was telling us about this boy kitten that she had that was shy and really quiet and how she was worried about which home he’d end up at. Enter: Charlie, lynx-mitted, ill-timed fantastic purchase #2.
The two cats are from entirely different litters, born one day apart and they’re so bloody different. Orlaith is dainty – hella tiny. Charlie is massive, a true gentle giant with the fluffiest fur. I’m kind of in love with them. They arrived at the very end of September, just a couple days before my birthday.
My 30th birthday took place on October 1st, it wasn’t too fancy. I watched Home Alone as I do every year while eating copious amounts of cake. We went out to the Keg for dinner as Roisin had never been, and we had a tasty meal.
While unemployed I was productive, making chili, soup and fish pie to freeze so I could avoid grocery shopping for weeks ;) I also think it helped with the kittens. They were my pals, keeping me focused as I raked the internet for all job prospects.
Thanksgiving came and went. It was my first since 2008 and I was a tiny bit gutted that I couldn’t stick around for the whole deal but cats and Roisin having to work got in the way. We had a short but fantastic visit with Hannah O’Reilly, Roisin’s BFF, and I got to meet her fiancé Roy. Hannah showed us the joy of cats with plastic bags and Charlie made himself comfortable in the bag of Oreo dairymilk bars she brought with her from the UK. We took them to the Twisted Apron for breakfast and bid them adieu at Tim Hortons. Tres appropriate.
Ill-timed and yet fantastic purchase #3 was the fancy manicures we acquired. Roisin had been bugging my mum for ages for her to take her to get her nails done pretty like hers. So we had some fun at From Head to Toe.
Then after months of searching I started to get a few callbacks about some jobs. The Wine Rack came first so I will start working there PT in November. And then I got a call from Indigo as well (a different branch from Roisin’s), for a seasonal contract. So I’m going to try to juggle the two. I’ve done this before in university so I’m hoping it’ll be old hat. But I am really frustrated that I can’t just get one bloody job that ticks all the boxes. Not to mention, if I’m honest, at 30 returning to retail feels like I’m moving backwards through life. And I know I shouldn’t whine… but there you have it. *Insert audible sound here*
I also got a call for a gig as a receptionist for a doctor’s office. But I am so god awful at mathematics that after doing their three-page test, which included an entire page of equations, I never heard back. I am winning.
So it goes.
We also had an ill-timed and fantastic road trip last weekend. We went to Toronto with Holly and Dani to see our favourite Montreal band Diamond Bones play at Rancho Relaxo. We ate delicious food and had the BEST time. I can’t help but feel like we’re not going to be so carefree and slightly frivolous for a really long time. Winter is coming.
And then to cap things off we made ill-timed fantastic purchase #4: fancypants engagement rings from Elaine Ho. We eye-balled her stuff the entire time we were living in Montreal, and we finally decided to just say fuck it and get ourselves rings. Mine is 14K rose gold with a black diamond. Roisin’s got a rough diamond in yellow gold but she has yet to wear it as I plan on proposing. Because we’re gay. And we can make our own rules. Dual propsal. BAM!
In summary: we spent too much, we had good times with good people and now we’re both working two jobs and we’ll never see the light of day.