Sunday, March 30, 2008

I Heart The TTC.

TTC workers might be going on strike starting on Tuesday. If they do, I am seriously boned for getting to work. I don't have a car, I don't own a bike, and I don't own rollerblades, even if I did know how to use them. Google Maps says it's 12k. I could walk that in about 2 hours, if I keep a good pace. I have to be at work by 8:30. Super.

I can't get a cab; it would cost me a day's pay.

Last Thursday, I arrived on the College subway platform just as a train's doors were closing, so I started to walk to the adventageous end of the platform. As I walked, the doors opened again, so I decided to hop on, but as I made my move, they started to close again. I stopped myself - it's no big deal. The conductor, though, must have seen me, because he opened the doors again! I called out, "cheers!" As I sat down in the car, the conductor came over the PA and said, "you're welcome."

At the same time, there was a dude on the Subway on Thursday night who freakin' smelled like piss.

I guess you gotta take the good with the bad.

Lights Out.

Despite today's doldrums, I will say that yesterday was good.

My housemates and I went to a circus of a mall somewhere north. B drove us all. All five of us crammed in a car. It was sweet, actually. I didn't like the mall, since it coincided with the onset of today's crankiness, but I liked being out with my housemates. I value the times we're all together. (As I write, I'm huddled in my make-shift room off the kitchen while the other 4 are in the attic, enjoying one anothers' company.)

Rambling. Must stop.

















(Toronto at about the same time of night, March 29th and March 26th.)

Then, T and I met Mel, who was in town from Ottawa, and Alison, another PEIslander for supper downtown. We were there as Earth Hour began. It was cool to be downtown when the city dimmed its lights. Walking down Yonge was like walking down a dark alley.
We then went to a party of an ex-classmate to mark the occasion, and it all turned out to be a grand reunion of this summer's course! All but 7 of my 26 classmates were there, and I was so wound up to see them all. In fact, when I was saying goodbye to one of them, he requested I not hug him so hard that time 'round. (The Sweet ladies must have a genetic disposition for firm hugs; my mother once cracked my father's ribs in an overzealous hug.)

That Same Old Feeling.

I'm job hunting.

I'm slipping back into that same old funk when I do so. I feel unqualified, unexperienced, utterly useless. I feel defeated and I haven't even started.

Most of the jobs I see posted that I'm interested in, I would need to have a science degree, formal writing experience, or journalism degrees/experience

Also, I think I'm in the eye of a storm which is the combination of my usual February Doldrums (admittedly late), PMS, lonelyness, pending joblessness, and a general potpourri of insecurities.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

New Smiles.

The new Powerwise ads make me happy. I like this one best:



I like the other one about stopping up draughts in your home instead of cranking the heat, too, but it just makes me repeat the unfortunate phrase: "David Suzuki loves cocking." (Yes, I spell it like that in my head.)

It's Just Been Raining... On My Face.

I've been sleeping in the living room for 8 nights now. The shed roof extension part of my room is leaking. Discoloured spots met me when I woke up last Monday, so I moved my bed from under it. When I got home that night, water was leaking through.

I've moved my mattress onto the flattened futon of the small TV room off the kitchen and shoved everything I could in my room over to one side.

Calls to my super are fruitless. I call every 2 days to ask what the progress is with the roofers, and I don't get anywhere. If I call him, he hangs up on me. When I leave a message and he calls me back, he's calmer, but still I don't get anywhere.

Last time we spoke (Sunday), I asked him to do me a favour: not to hang up on me. I pointed out that it was rude and I didn't appreciate it. He yelled at me for about 5 minutes. The gems he doled out included:

He's busy with 45-50 other people
He's more concerned about the water damage than I am
I am inconsiderate to call him on his cell phone

It's difficult for me to respond or try to calm him down because he talks over me and cuts me off. He's incredibly rude, and if I'm not satisfied next time I call, I'm going over his head.

I can't wait until I get a rental unit where there aren't leaks, sewer gas, mice or ants.

She Runs Hot And Cold.

Briefly: I am so over my job.

To illustrate: I've made a resolution not to spend more than 10 hours at work a day.

I've had a couple of run-ins with the principal. I'm ok with getting criticism, especially about my job, which I do take pretty seriously, but she's been nasty and personal in her delivery.

So: I'm counting down the days. It's 56.

Saturday, March 08, 2008

Makin' Babies: Vanquishing Sterility One Child At A Time.

Holly had her baby boy last Friday, February the 29th. Leave it Holly to have her kid on a leap year bonus day! She's so frugal - she's just saved herself 75% on birthday presents right there! Way to go!

Anyhow, little Declan Murphy is happy and healthy, and so are mum and dad, from all reports. He's having his bris in Hamilton tomorrow. Huzzah! Or, Mazel, I guess!