So, It started with me going to a Charity shop to find that there is a huge box of video games basically taking up the middle of the shop. So, I browse through them well suddenly I black out.

So I awake in my neighbourhood, I have a string of local shops, and I seem to be there in a weird resistance or something. It's full of my friends and vidya game characters.

Anyhow, I'm talking to one of my friends while walking up the street and he tells me that there is no one else we can recruit due to the fact they will always die. I call bullshit and try to recruit the person in front of us.

As this happens, a sniper from afar shoots my wrist (and it is still hurting while I type this. Pain man, how does it work?) and then we start to go into combat mode, I run back up the street, and you know what I fucking see. A huge gang of nudist bikers. No idea what was going on here, but I just remember telling them to "Watch out, sniper above on the house. You may want to watch out since you're not dressed for the occasion"

I return to my friends and one of them patches me up and we go to recruit someone else, we go into the same charity shop I went into and find myself there, browsing through these games. My friends then try to recruit that version of me as well.

Not sure what happened after that, but I do remember something along the lines of Phoenix Wright trying to start a heist on a Casino before I woke up.

Last night, I had a dream that I worked for Normal Boots. It was AWESOME.

So, I had a dream that I got called into work and had to leave immediately.
So, I got up and started getting ready. Right before I left, I checked my phone. It was 2:00 AM. No one had called me. It was all a dream. I really got up, showered and everything because I dreamed I got called into work.

I might need help, please.

So, I'm in a little store and a little old lady turns into a zombie. I find rolls of gift rap (of all things) and just let her have it...except the tubes break...I have no recollection of how I killed her, finally. I start finding food items.
Then, I flash forward to being in the house I lived in from 1992 to 1998 (in reality), except it was in the middle of the country instead of in the city. I saw some guys riding a 4-wheeler and thought for sure that things were going to get ugly, they must have wanted our supplies. The driver stops at the window (where my bedroom used to be, in reality) and waits for me to open it. By this point, I have a knife ready and am prepared to stab him in the throat. BUT, he hands me some type of toy track/play set for Hot Wheels cars and such (btw, my younger daughter has been using her chore earnings to by these cars. Once again, reality). So, I wake her up from her sleep to accept the present and to thank these guys. I still have no idea who they were or how they knew she is into toy cars.
Someone else shows up and recruits me for "a important job". I accept and prepare my family for my departure since, you know, there's a zombie apocalypse going on. But, I haven't seen a zombie since beating that old lady down with wrapping paper.
Fast forward and I'm in a factory (the building is where I work in reality...big surprise). There is ten of us "chosen people" and we are given information from a guy I don't recognize. We have to make a delivery.
So, there are two huge metal things in the floor. Rectangular shaped and there are three sections to each. We are to "ride" on these "blocks" and"deliver the package". So, 5 riders per "block". I jump on and straddle it as of I'm riding a motorcycle. THEN, I finally decide to look at the other guys. Two guys are spoeting mullet hair cuts and look like David Spade/Joe Dirt. The other 7 are cross-dressing rednecks (this is turning into The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Is it a nightmare now?) and they are guys I work with. I did a face palm.
Then, these metal blocks turn on and start flying like rockets. Slow rockets. So, with each rocket block metal thingy having the sections, it starst moving up and down. I feel like I'm riding that dog in The Never Ending Story.
Finally, we arrived at our destinations and the delivery is complete. I see a sports magazine and see a picture of a professional baseball player. The guy in the magazine is the guy in front of us. This is not a normal baseball player. In the magazine, he was wearing some sort of suit that has a carbon fiber look to it. This "package" we delivered would have one section that was dedicated to this baseball player. Each block would somehow be taken apart and remanufactured as his new "upgrade".
Good for him. He's worried about being a "better" ball player. Also, where are the zombies?
And, I woke up.

So... my dad bought a bulldozer today and I helped unload it. Fortunately no one was crushed during the process.

But you're probably thinking "Cosmy, what on earth did you unload the bulldozer from?" This is where it gets interesting. He ordered it online disassembled and had it shipped to the factory where he works at and then put all the pieces in the back of his truck using a forklift. I know you can buy a lot of things online, but buying a full sized bulldozer in the same state as an Ikea table kind of took me by surprise. Hundreds of little screws, nuts and everything in bags and cardboard boxes. So anyways, we didn't have a forklift at home to unload, so we had to do it ourselves with boards out the back of his truck. While moving a 500+ pound box full of parts, the boards snapped and miraculously it didn't land on myself, my father or brother. Talk about a good scare though.

I'm really worried about this thing though. I know for a fact that my father is good enough of an engineer and mechanic to put this whole crazy thing back together, but I'm worried how much I'll get roped into the hair-brained scheme and whether he'll actually ever finish. Considering he has several motorcycles in the garage made entirely by himself... 75% complete.

Just some info on this shooting at parliament, as it doesn't have a blurb attached !

I was happily working away like I usually do up on Parliament Hill here in Ottawa when a gunman forces his way into the building and starts shooting. He's subdued by the excellent security forces we have whilst we're all being evacuated as best we can, not knowing if there are other terrorists ready to pop out right next to us.
Then I spend the next 12 hours in a saferoom as they secure every nook of the parliamentary buildings to make sure that no more shooters are hiding out.
So now I can add "survived terrorist attack" to my CV :)

We'll just add the entire wedding thread here: http://www.vgfacts.com/forums/thread-1274.html

Just some info on this shooting at parliament, as it doesn't have a blurb attached !

I was happily working away like I usually do up on Parliament Hill here in Ottawa when a gunman forces his way into the building and starts shooting. He's subdued by the excellent security forces we have whilst we're all being evacuated as best we can, not knowing if there are other terrorists ready to pop out right next to us.
Then I spend the next 12 hours in a saferoom as they secure every nook of the parliamentary buildings to make sure that no more shooters are hiding out.
So now I can add "survived terrorist attack" to my CV :)

Ages ago, when I worked at a bookshop, we had a guy come in the shop and climb under the table, drop his trousers and start wanking. We kicked him out.

So, last week, I had a patient die on me.
She was very weak and in bed. Me, being in physical therapy, was doing some very simple exercise with her, trying to build up some endurance. All it was simply sliding her heels back and forth; me assisting her in such due to how weak she was.
Partway through, she grabs me hand, squeezes it tight, and starts to shed a few tears. She could no longer speak, but she'd still move her lips. I can't read lips very well, but I think she mouthed "I'm so weak, I can't carry on". So, I told it was all right, and I just held her hand for a few minutes. She went to sleep, but was still VERY MUCH ALIVE. After a bit of time with this, I went and told one of the nurses, and they came by and checked on her.

Not very long after I left and she was in other's care, she passed away. In fact, she never woke up. I comforted someone in their very last moments. Maybe it even made her passing easier; I'm not sure. At first I was afraid I killed her, but that wasn't the case. It's just a very weird feeling; it's still hard to think about. You just don't know how to describe it. I guess it happens with almost everyone at least once or twice that works in Nursing homes (you're just dealing with a population near death), but I'm glad I just sat there and held her hand instead of trying to get her to do more.
Oh, and that same day, I had an angry patient grab me by the balls. It was just an odd day.

I used to work at this computer place. Repairing and taking apart and all that glorious stuff. On my first week we had a truck come by to recycle some of our stuff. We would take it upstairs then load it on the truck. In the process of this the boss runs out the door and yells at us that we damaged his car. His car was no where near us and no one was even around it. He then lectured us saying his car was more important than all of our lives. He made us stop our work to STARE at his car for ten minutes. His car was junk, it's the kind of car you see people selling at such low price. Then he got in and drove away. We had to leave early. I felt sorry for the truck driver, it started to rain and he had to wait for our boss.

So right when us three ladies who start the early shift walk into the kitchen at 5:30 AM we smell a very strong skunk smell. The back doors to the loading dock are open due to a vent malfunctioning, so we're freaking out that one found its way into that room.

The supervisor cautiously entered and I hear her scream. I think that there is indeed a skunk and it has either sprayed her, or is running into the kitchen, but instead this massive dragonfly comes in. Eventually the smell went away, and we never saw a skunk, but there was a dead mouse in a trap.

We eventually caught the dragonfly in a bag and set him free.

You know what colostomy bags contain? Just imagine how bad it smells if one breaks open. Then imagine how bad you'd smell if one broke open with you beside it and contents got on your shirt. Imagine how your shirt would smell for the rest of your work day...
That was my day today. Smelly. Very very very smelly.
(The person who nominated this either A) loves irony or B) hates me. I'm assuming choice A.)

I went to Pax today for the first time. I had a freaking blast.
The invite was on short notice(my sister was supposed to go with her boyfriend, but was busy on the friday, she managed to go to the other two days). I didn't have time to cosplay. Maybe next year I'll cosplay as a video game character.

We'll just add the entire wedding thread here: http://www.vgfacts.com/forums/thread-1274.html