greedy much?
A woman in my office building won $5 million playing 6/49 earlier this month. She obviously quit her job with notice, and she's still in the process of training her replacement.
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Earlier today, two of my co-workers saw the woman coming up on the elevator while scratching her Bingo card, and I have a few problems with this. Then again, don't I always? hahhaha.
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My first and instant reaction is: Ohhhh I'm sorry.... was $5 million not enough for you that you must play to win even more? I mean, really? Why don't you win another $500,000 while you're at it? hahaha.
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Then smaller things come into play. Ok, so let's agree that she's greedy and thinks she has some luck in her to win again - must she do it in an elevator when everyone knows she already won a big sum?!? It's like she's trying to rub it in our faces that she's won, and we haven't, and she'll soon be on her way to doing nothing for the rest of her life except dine at exquisit restaurants, travelling the world and living in a villa somewhere with a huge pool in her huge backyard. Yes, I'll have some of that rub please. Now please and go scratch your $5 million worth of Bingo cards at your villa, please. Thank you.
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So why am I annoyed by this enough to post it on my blog? First and foremost, this reminds me how much of a gap there is between the rich and the poor, and while any plain bloke would be happy and settled with $5 million (I know I would), she must go and spend those precious bingo cards that might have a winner, which a family working hard to make a living could very well use? Leave it for someone else to be happy and change their lives like it's changed hers, sheeesh.
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When I first found out that she had won, I was actually happy because she works for a non-profit organization, which shall remain unnamed, so I thought that a cause was more important to her than money. But it's funny (in a sad way) how a large sum of money can suddenly change you to thinking about even more money, and want more and more.
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And I'm not gonna lie, yes, this is also my jelousy that I wasn't the one to win the big bucks, hahahha, considering I played that night too and my parents believed that having it been my birthday, that I would have had luck and we would be saved of the everyday money stressors. I mean, I'm not gonna lie that I wouldn't want to win that kind of money. However, if I ever do win, you won't be seeing me playing to get more, that's for sure. I'd invest some, donate some, and make sure that my dearest friends and family are without money problems. I don't want to be rich, I just want to be financially secure and happy, thankyouverymuch.
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Oh yeah, and I'm venting cause I'm sick and miserable too, hahaha. Dammit!! Wasn't I just sick not too long ago? Stupid changing weather... but that's another post for another day, hahaha.
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Now back to bed so I can rest and watch American Idol and House, whoohooo.
"bad boys, bad boys..."
Well I had an interesting morning yesterday, hahaha. I was running late for being early for work so I decided to call a cab, which shall remain unnamed, to drive me to Kennedy Station. This was the second time that I had encountered this particular driver and I remember him being very aggressive the first time around, but I couldn't wait for another cab, so I got in. What a mistake that was, hahaha... I ended up in the backseat of a Toronto Police squad car.
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The cab driver started out in heavy traffic, like a mad man, speeding and attempting to cross the lanes, even if it meant cutting various moving vehicles while in motion. One of the irritated drivers couldn't take it anymore and decided to do something about it.
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The cab driver didn't end up making the turn he wanted, as drivers weren't letting him in, so he had to make his left turn at the next set of lights, which he was NOT happy about. After he made the turn, we started pulling into a small residential street... not the route that would lead me to Kennedy Station. I became alert and annoyed, and started interrogating him as to where he's taking me and why. As it turns out, one of the lady drivers that my driver tried to cut off, noticed cops right behind us and hand motioned for them to do something about it.
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I called the cab company and asked to send another cab since the one I was in was a maniac, being pulled over by Police, and gave them his badge number. I refusd to pay for the ride and after I got out, the officer approached me to apologize for the delay. I told him not to apologize and said he had every right to stop him because he knows very well that he was cutting people off and he even swore at them after not being let in.
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About 5 minutes later, the cop approached me again, inquiring where I was headed, and said that because I was very straight forward and told him the truth about what went on in the vehicle at the time, (the driver totally denied all allegations, claiming he's a professional driver and 'knows what he's doing') the officer then offered me a ride to Kennedy Station.
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At first I refused, and said I was already waiting for another cab. The officer insisted as he felt bad for making me late for work, so I looked at him and the car, and said "you know... I've never been in the back seat of a squad car before" so he smiled and said "well, here's your chance...", and agreed to take him up on the offer.
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I got in and the first thing I said to the driver of the vehicle was "this is so cool, I've never been back here before" to which he laughed, hahahha. The entire ride they were letting me enjoy the moment. They stopped so people could see me, and in fact, the shipping and receiving guys at Canada Post were pointing and laughing that a young girl like me was escorted by cops yet I was still smiling and laughing, hahahhahah... and so were the cops.
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I asked to be let out by one of the entrances, so I can run down the stairs and get in, but they insisted to drive right into the Kennedy Station platform, where only buses are allowed, and so I wouldn't have to pay (eventhough I have a metropass).
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They parked the car infront of lots of people waiting at the 43 Kennedy Bus platform, and I reached for the handle in an attempt to get out. But no, no, no... the door is disabled from inside, so criminals don't get out by themselves, ahhaha. The cop had to get out of the squad car, let me out, and escort me into Kennedy Station.
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I smiled as I got out and turned around to thank the cops for their deed, trying to show the public staring at me, that I wasn't some criminal getting a ride to Kennedy Station because I just left jail or something, ahhaha. The cops laughed with me and thanked me for being honest with them, and said "go on now and tell everyone what a morning you've had" hahhaha. So here I am, just following orders. :)
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Happy Easter.
I haven't been posting much because of presentations, exams, preparations for easter, and working on my MySpace site, (www.myspace.com/agnesszpara), but I promise to be back to my posting-happy self very soon, so beware hahahha. I might even post some pics from my birthday a few days ago, if you all be good. .
In the mean time, I hope everyone has a very Happy and Cheerful Easter, and a Happy Birthday to my friend Radek! :)
Now, where did I put those eggs...?
Happy Birthday To Me!
So, I don't know about you, but I really don't see a difference over the years. I look the same today, as I looked in 1984 on my 1st birthday. Hmmmm, maybe I've even gotten younger, actually... I think I finally got rid of those wrinkles I had on my 1st birthday.
April 5, 2006.
Did you know, that tomorrow, April 5th, at 2 minutes and 3 seconds past 1am, it will be 01:02:03 04/05/06, and that will never happen again?
little old, cute roger.
Today I went to a songwriters' workshop, which is put on once a month by Songwriter's Assocation of Canada, and I met the cutest little senior man there by the name of Roger Zbigniew Zuraw. I thought I would share with you all my story and of how adorable this man is. .
The first hour we had a workshop on songwriting, where a group of us had to write a story based on lyrics from a song. Just like most songs are written based on a story, we now had to try the reverse and write a story from the song. We all went around and told our stories and well, little Roger was the only one that simply described the song, as opposed to writing a story about it, hahaha. But the best part is that he didn't even realize it, even when we told him, hahahha, ohhh Roger.
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Anyway, the remainder of the time we all got an opportunity to perform the songs we've written. Roger's first song was called "My Timmins Baby" and added that "no, it's not about Shania Twain," hahaha. Roger writes simple story lines but fills his songs with such incredible detail that it doesn't matter how he sings the song, but you can really get into it, hahaha.
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The last song he played before I left was "My Home Toronto". This song is a dedication to Toronto, as he's lived here for 46 years. Listen to the lyrics, and imagine this cute little old cheesy man having the time of his life, and so optimistic about everything, even Toronto, the city, hahahhahha. When he performed this song, I could NOT stop laughing, and I know, I know....I realize that it might sound rude to be laughing at this man's piece of art, but he was laughing with me too, hahaha...plus, I couldn't control myself. I just about lost it when he sang "out on Roncevalles, there's the finest kielbasa, another part of town, my amigo, as que pasa", hahahhahahahahahhahhaha, ahem. .
Anyway, as I was leaving I happened to bump into him and he walked me down to the coffee shop where he invited me to other workshops he's a part of in the city and wanted to exchange contact info. This cute little old man doesn't even know how to use a computer so he said his nephew will be emailing me, and gave me his business card, which has a picture of the Toronto skyline on it - I mean, how cute is that? Little old roger.... you just wanna squeeze his cheeks, hahahah.
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As it turns out, little Roger was born in Wroclaw, Poland and has been writing songs since he moved to Canada in 1960. He has two CDs out, which can be purchased at the Chapters on Bloor West Village and often even performs there live. I was curious to see if Chapters would have it available online, and happened to found this site: http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/rogerzuraw .
I would recommend you have a listen if you want to lift up your spirits. You might react at first by doing what I did, which is laugh, but isn't that what it's all about? Isn't it all about entertaining and making us smile? Shouldn't songs make us feel good? Well his songs do just that. I hope most of you get this from the songs as well, not having met him, like I did, which is why I thought you might want to get to know him through my little story.
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Roger is one of those people that's had a great life, has a great sense of humour, never takes himself seriously, and can make you seriously smile, even if he is a little naive. Roger has such positive energy around him, that when his nephew emails me about the workshop, I will actually go.
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For those who speak Polish, check out song number 3: O Tobie, and listen for this: "daj mi cukier...cukier do kawy," hahhaha, made my day.
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Oh, and the tiltle of his CD couldn't have been more perfect - The Perfect Imperfect - he does "imperfect" so damn well.
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Have a great weekend everyone!
