Well, the lease is up on the fabulous downtown apartment. Oh for the day that I can actually afford a downtown Toronto condo. Although when that day comes, it will be in a building that has windows that open and possibly even balconies.
The housing situation was stressful and dicey for a while, but now it is more or less resolved, at least for the short term. It is very very very close to work, which I think is in the end the most serious consideration at least at this time.
And what is work, you may ask? Well, it's Zoo! Unfortunately, it does not look like I'll be getting keys to all the animal enclosures, but I do get to go there for several weeks! Yay! No real idea yet as to what the work might be, but I have a little desk, and a kind of lame nametag, and things so far are good. Except my feet. I really need new walking shoes, and six hours hiking in the ones I wore today is leading to some blistering. Boo.
Interesting facts about my desk: it is full of apparently meaningless files, as my supervisor just pushed them aside and removed stuff at random to make a place for my purse. It also has an open bag of elbow macaroni in the top drawer. Said supervisor also suggested I could make myself at home there and that I was "...free to bring your own macaroni if you want to..." I think that may be an exact quote, and the intent is certainly the same. What, may I ask, would I be needing macaroni for? I'm pretty sure they're having me work on training manuals.
Finally, I got a souvenir today! Bird droppings on my head! And I don't even mind! Because animal stuff doesn't freak me out, except naked mole rats (ugly, ugly, ugly, even if they do have names, like 'Kevin'), and imagining the giant cockroaches anywhere else but in their case. I also don't particularly want to be there when the big cats are given their weekly whole or half beef heads as nourishing toys. It's kind of like giving a Kong toy to a domestic pet, I guess, but it's the head of a cow. Ewww. Better find out when those feedings are just in case I happen to be in the Nutrition Centre that day for some reason.
So, this post ended up not being about housing, really, but that should be okay. Tune in for more stories.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Phase II
The archives job is over. Sad violins play softly in the background. It has been really cool, and I think that the 1500 scans are an impressive feat. It's also been really nice to have a routine. I know that I always say that my ideal career has me not doing the same thing every day, and that's still true, but there is something to be said for keeping regular hours.
I should have drawn a picture, or something, to commemorate the achievement, but I have recently been introduced to the work of Demetri Martin, and I now know that I'm just sort of funny. That guy is hilarious. Situational humour, observational even, which is the kind of funny that I like to think that I am, but way, way more. So probably no more drawings from me unless I come up with something really good.
Some of you, who are familiar with the pseudo-asthma that inspired the title of this blog, will be happy to know that I had another dramatic moment on Saturday. Luckily, with a little coaching, I was able to calm down and not suffocate. So, in the future, if it happens again, it can be cured by forcing me to breathe more slowly - in on count 1, out on count 2. Helpful trick!
I wonder if Thursday can come to my next apartment (the cat). There is one here, but she lacks personality and looks, and is currently out in the common room making the most odd and pathetic noises. She has resisted most attempts at friendliness and now it is over. But a furry friend would be nice. If you have a dog you're not using, let me know.
More blogging when the occasion warrants, I promise!
I should have drawn a picture, or something, to commemorate the achievement, but I have recently been introduced to the work of Demetri Martin, and I now know that I'm just sort of funny. That guy is hilarious. Situational humour, observational even, which is the kind of funny that I like to think that I am, but way, way more. So probably no more drawings from me unless I come up with something really good.
Some of you, who are familiar with the pseudo-asthma that inspired the title of this blog, will be happy to know that I had another dramatic moment on Saturday. Luckily, with a little coaching, I was able to calm down and not suffocate. So, in the future, if it happens again, it can be cured by forcing me to breathe more slowly - in on count 1, out on count 2. Helpful trick!
I wonder if Thursday can come to my next apartment (the cat). There is one here, but she lacks personality and looks, and is currently out in the common room making the most odd and pathetic noises. She has resisted most attempts at friendliness and now it is over. But a furry friend would be nice. If you have a dog you're not using, let me know.
More blogging when the occasion warrants, I promise!
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Sticky Back Velcro*
*Or, "Things that sound like a good idea but actually aren't"
So, as may be apparent, the focus of this post will be my recent experiences with stick-on Velcro circles, squares, tabs, tape or whatever. It does have some uses, and this is in no way an indictment of the people that make the stuff (3M maybe?), but of its misguided application. It is EXTREMELY hard to remove. Each tiny tab must be sawed off the back of the photo with the letter opener, and then the adhesive residue removed with a combination of fingernails and white vinyl eraser. (The "white vinyl" qualifier is for the MMCs. Because you care.) This makes my fingers sore. I have done five and a half of the nine prints in the set and it's getting pretty grim. Don't put sticky Velcro on a photo. Unless you're going to want to throw that one out.
Fine then. Change the subject, why don't you? Something happy, like baseball on the radio. I love baseball on the radio. It's nostalgic, even if it's nostalgia for another time. It also reminds me of my dad, who is pretty great, and also likes baseball on the radio. I love the obscurity of the stats, the voices of the announcers, and the really retro advertisers that can afford to sponsor baseball on AM radio, like local hardware stores. Makes me feel like I live in the 1940s.
I'm going to go home and put on a dress, and a snazzy hat, some pearls, gloves, and spectator pumps. Never mind that I don't have most of that stuff, it's the thought that counts!
So, as may be apparent, the focus of this post will be my recent experiences with stick-on Velcro circles, squares, tabs, tape or whatever. It does have some uses, and this is in no way an indictment of the people that make the stuff (3M maybe?), but of its misguided application. It is EXTREMELY hard to remove. Each tiny tab must be sawed off the back of the photo with the letter opener, and then the adhesive residue removed with a combination of fingernails and white vinyl eraser. (The "white vinyl" qualifier is for the MMCs. Because you care.) This makes my fingers sore. I have done five and a half of the nine prints in the set and it's getting pretty grim. Don't put sticky Velcro on a photo. Unless you're going to want to throw that one out.
Fine then. Change the subject, why don't you? Something happy, like baseball on the radio. I love baseball on the radio. It's nostalgic, even if it's nostalgia for another time. It also reminds me of my dad, who is pretty great, and also likes baseball on the radio. I love the obscurity of the stats, the voices of the announcers, and the really retro advertisers that can afford to sponsor baseball on AM radio, like local hardware stores. Makes me feel like I live in the 1940s.
I'm going to go home and put on a dress, and a snazzy hat, some pearls, gloves, and spectator pumps. Never mind that I don't have most of that stuff, it's the thought that counts!
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