So life in TO is different. Not better and not worse, just different. I guess that's because the bad is still coming up and making the little bits of good neutral.
I told my boss I want the ass man job. She clasped her hands together and said "thank you!" in the most grateful manner.
On the flipside of this half the staff has accepted and for the most part appreciates that I have a certain authority and sense of direction when the manager is not there, while some of the staff sees me as an equal and take offence when I give out the jobs for the day. One guy even told me off today.
I went to Converge, Terror, Cursed, and Mare the other night by myself. I ran into Johnny OC of all people and chatted a bit with him, but for the most part I was focused on filming. The guys from Cursed were excited about the dvd I gave them, and the singer from Terror was very excited that I wanted to film. The only bullshit of the night was that The Opera House chargesa 15% premium to the bands for the merch they sell. So shirts were $20 a pop.
On the way to the subway home a man stopped me and asked where he could pee. I had no idea where a washroom was so that's what I told him, but he decided to follow me to the subway and get on the same traincar as me.
I sat as far away from him as i could since he was giving off a very creepy vibe. As the train started to pull out of the station it stopped and sat there.
Now since the man had boarded the train he has been doing a little "i have to pee" dance, not unlike the dance a little kid would do. When he realized the train was stopped he danced a little faster.
One of the conductors was coming through the cars and as he came through the man asked "Why did we stop?"
"Don't worry sir, we'll be running again in a few minutes" The conductor replied, to which the man responded with.
"But I have to pee!"
The man got off at the next stop and continued his hunt for a toilet.
When I transfered over to the green line I saw a couple who were having an argument. They got on the same traincar as myself and it turned out that they were breaking up. It was very bizzare to witness this happen on a traincar, and even stranger for it to happen a few seats away from me.
Watching this breakup take place was depressing, but oddly beautiful at the same time. It felt like it was something out of a movie.
A few stops later they both got off the train, exiting at different door ways. THen they walked together in the same direction, and I couldn't help but wonder if they were about to enter the same shitty situation I have been in.
I'm not going back to Ottawa for thanksgiving since I just can't afford the ticket right now. I really could have used a trip back to Ottawa.
It's strange but I feel homeless right now. 1721 Des Perdrix Cr. isn't home anymore, and I can't call 414 Saint Clarens home either. Sure I live here, and I have my stuff here. It just doesn't feel like home. I don't think it ever will.
As for 1721 sure I grew up there, and I have spent most of my life there but it doesn't feel like home either. When I stopped there on my to Montreal it felt like I was in someone else's house.
I've beeen thinking about it and I just don't think I'll ever feel like I have a home again, and as sad as that sounds it's just the way it is. I'm never going to feel home again until I'm older and married and have my own family to raise in a home. I don't even know if I make sense anymore.
I told my boss I want the ass man job. She clasped her hands together and said "thank you!" in the most grateful manner.
On the flipside of this half the staff has accepted and for the most part appreciates that I have a certain authority and sense of direction when the manager is not there, while some of the staff sees me as an equal and take offence when I give out the jobs for the day. One guy even told me off today.
I went to Converge, Terror, Cursed, and Mare the other night by myself. I ran into Johnny OC of all people and chatted a bit with him, but for the most part I was focused on filming. The guys from Cursed were excited about the dvd I gave them, and the singer from Terror was very excited that I wanted to film. The only bullshit of the night was that The Opera House chargesa 15% premium to the bands for the merch they sell. So shirts were $20 a pop.
On the way to the subway home a man stopped me and asked where he could pee. I had no idea where a washroom was so that's what I told him, but he decided to follow me to the subway and get on the same traincar as me.
I sat as far away from him as i could since he was giving off a very creepy vibe. As the train started to pull out of the station it stopped and sat there.
Now since the man had boarded the train he has been doing a little "i have to pee" dance, not unlike the dance a little kid would do. When he realized the train was stopped he danced a little faster.
One of the conductors was coming through the cars and as he came through the man asked "Why did we stop?"
"Don't worry sir, we'll be running again in a few minutes" The conductor replied, to which the man responded with.
"But I have to pee!"
The man got off at the next stop and continued his hunt for a toilet.
When I transfered over to the green line I saw a couple who were having an argument. They got on the same traincar as myself and it turned out that they were breaking up. It was very bizzare to witness this happen on a traincar, and even stranger for it to happen a few seats away from me.
Watching this breakup take place was depressing, but oddly beautiful at the same time. It felt like it was something out of a movie.
A few stops later they both got off the train, exiting at different door ways. THen they walked together in the same direction, and I couldn't help but wonder if they were about to enter the same shitty situation I have been in.
I'm not going back to Ottawa for thanksgiving since I just can't afford the ticket right now. I really could have used a trip back to Ottawa.
It's strange but I feel homeless right now. 1721 Des Perdrix Cr. isn't home anymore, and I can't call 414 Saint Clarens home either. Sure I live here, and I have my stuff here. It just doesn't feel like home. I don't think it ever will.
As for 1721 sure I grew up there, and I have spent most of my life there but it doesn't feel like home either. When I stopped there on my to Montreal it felt like I was in someone else's house.
I've beeen thinking about it and I just don't think I'll ever feel like I have a home again, and as sad as that sounds it's just the way it is. I'm never going to feel home again until I'm older and married and have my own family to raise in a home. I don't even know if I make sense anymore.