Today’s Soundtrack: hundreds of miles/yeah, you cry like a baby…
Today I woke up with a to-do list in mind. Nothing special, just your average to-do list of a person trying to keep busy while she’s unemployed. There’s this essay I have to write, laundry that needs to be done, bills to be paid over the phone, and a million job postings to apply for. I’m exaggerating - the job postings are close to ten but after this dry spell I’ve been experiencing for weeks ten feels like a million. I only had four hours before I hightail it to the west end of trhe city. I have school tonight and I prefer to leave before afternoon rush invades the city streets. Like all good unfocused individuals, I got sidetracked. Season 1 DVD of Alias looked too good to pass up, and since we just revived our cable subscription I can’t stop watching useless TV.
I manage to get out of the house before 4 o’clock, I see the snow on my car and realize the drive might take longer than expected. On a good day, I can get to YorkU in 20 minutes; that’s without the traffic and without the snow. Since we’ve had promising spring-like weather for the past couple of days, I’m almost certain drivers will treat this like the first day of winter.
It takes me an hour to drive down, I arrive at my favourite Tim Horton’s right by my school and decide to work on that essay. Since I have absolutely nothing to do these days, I find it hard to prioritize my tasks. I keep postponing chores like these because I know I'll have lots of time. It’s too bad I’m becoming an expert in time-suckage.
I decide to stop working right before 6pm. I know of only one quasi-free parking lot at my school and after 6pm the night students become vultures of parking spots. I get in my car and my phone rings. My sister’s laughing on the other end. When I ask her why she called, she tells me my class is cancelled because my prof is sick. And won’t I have a great night off and an even better reading week?! Of course, that’s not the worst part. I get to spend another hour driving home in rush-hour traffic, and waste more gas I can hardly afford.
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Haiku Tunnel
Today’s Soundtrack: this very secret that you try to conceal/ it’s the very same one that you’re trying to reveal.
Yesterday I sat in a neutral-coloured cubicle, half gray, half beige; as neutral as you can get. I answered calls for an insurance company, took down orders of cancellation and got yelled at for 8 hours. It’s my first assignment at the temp agency, I would’ve been back there again today if it wasn’t for this damn cold/sore throat/fever. I hate office work just as much as the next guy but when money’s tight, you gotta do what you gotta do.
So I received calls nation-wide, some only had box numbers as addresses; it was box address, town name and then the province. I asked a few of those for their street name, and they just laughed at me. I even got a few from Medicine Hat, Alberta and Moosejaw, Saskatchewan. Now I could be wrong, but aren’t those the hometowns of both Kalan and Theresa, of the Canadian Idol fame? LOL.
Anyway, it wasn’t surprising that the most irate customers were the ones from the GTA. This lady yelled at the top of her lungs because I asked her too spell out her name. She said I was wasting her time. When I asked her for her address and discovered that she was from my ‘hood, I just shook my head and laughed. Malvern houses the feistiest (sp?) people in the city.
In other news, I’m addicted to Let it Die by Feist. It’s such a great cd, complete with a cover from Ron Sexsmith (who, according to Sarah McLachlan, is the songwriter’s songwriter). When I listen to Feist, I can close my eyes and see Paris. Give it a try and you’ll see what I mean.
I promised a friend I’d help him plug a Tsunami Benefit show he’s participating in this coming Saturday. Check out this flyer for more info.
Yesterday I sat in a neutral-coloured cubicle, half gray, half beige; as neutral as you can get. I answered calls for an insurance company, took down orders of cancellation and got yelled at for 8 hours. It’s my first assignment at the temp agency, I would’ve been back there again today if it wasn’t for this damn cold/sore throat/fever. I hate office work just as much as the next guy but when money’s tight, you gotta do what you gotta do.
So I received calls nation-wide, some only had box numbers as addresses; it was box address, town name and then the province. I asked a few of those for their street name, and they just laughed at me. I even got a few from Medicine Hat, Alberta and Moosejaw, Saskatchewan. Now I could be wrong, but aren’t those the hometowns of both Kalan and Theresa, of the Canadian Idol fame? LOL.
Anyway, it wasn’t surprising that the most irate customers were the ones from the GTA. This lady yelled at the top of her lungs because I asked her too spell out her name. She said I was wasting her time. When I asked her for her address and discovered that she was from my ‘hood, I just shook my head and laughed. Malvern houses the feistiest (sp?) people in the city.
In other news, I’m addicted to Let it Die by Feist. It’s such a great cd, complete with a cover from Ron Sexsmith (who, according to Sarah McLachlan, is the songwriter’s songwriter). When I listen to Feist, I can close my eyes and see Paris. Give it a try and you’ll see what I mean.
I promised a friend I’d help him plug a Tsunami Benefit show he’s participating in this coming Saturday. Check out this flyer for more info.
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