Homelessness is no joke. Fortunately for you, I'm funny.

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.