Monthly Archive: March 2011

Worst person in the world

For the next little while I am labelling myself the worst person in the world. No wonder I’m alone.

So…going to keep a low profile for the next while while I work out the self-pity/self-hatred/self-loathing thing.

Matters of security

I had full intentions of arriving at work on time today. I wanted to get there at a good hour so that I could leave slightly earlier, which would allow me to make it to the running club. I haven’t been there in a few weeks and I’ve been feeling like I’m in need of a good run. Anyway, about 5 minutes into the drive up I noticed that I didn’t have my badge with me. Graaagh! I needed that badge to get through security at work. So I turned the car around and headed back home. When I got back to my building there was a woman in security gear looking really frustrated. She asked me if I knew where the building manager was. I knew that she was summoned in order to accompany some Enbridge people who had to go suite to suite. I took some time to walk her to some of the usual spots where we’d be likely to see the manager or the custodian. Unfortunately, we saw neither. At that point I left her in her frustrated state.

When I went up to my suite, I overheard some people greeting some other homeowners asking to go in. I could only assume it was the Enbridge guy. After getting my badge I went back down to the security lady and suggested she head up to my floor. She was thankful, but we both agreed that it was silly that we even had to deal with the situation. It’s true. What’s the point in summoning a security person if the person being escorted goes in without him or her? From there I started my trek to work. A ten minute detour became a twenty minute one. I suppose it doesn’t hurt to be helpful. I am a believer that even small acts of kindness will come back in one form or another. So hey, if this building gets broken into, maybe I can hope that my unit will be spared? That’s how it works, right?

Equation for trouble

We’ve eaten out every single day at work since I’ve come here.

Compound that with the fact that we’ve got people visiting from the overseas office.

In the end, that equals weight gain.

Graaaaaaaagh

Small tight community

Slowly, but surely, as my improv buddies and I gain more experience performing and honing our skills down, we’re slowly emerging and getting more involved with side projects to keep ourselves busy. I’ve been lucky in that a good number of people are willing to initiate these projects and have allowed me to participate. We’re putting out improv skills to use; it’s satisfying to make an audience laugh. Maybe eventually we can gain enough acumen and exposure to somehow make it onto a main stage cast show, but for now I’m content to participate in and do our own small things. I can feel it: we’re forming a small tight community amongst ourselves. This is a good thing.

In town with mom

My parents don’t really venture downtown all that much. It’s mostly because they’re unfamiliar with it and my father kind of has a bit of taste aversion for the place. I wouldn’t call it a phobia, but he certainly wouldn’t want to be walking around there. Anyway, on several occasions my mom’s expressed interest in heading into the city with me. I think she missed being in more populous areas. I decided to make Saturday the day when we’d head down. I warned her though that there would be a lot of walking involved. Just like me she has horribly flat feet. And just like me walking around for extended periods used to be tough. Luckily, I know that the time she’s been putting into going to the gym has made her a lot stronger.

I walked over to their place early in the morning and head a bit of breakfast before the two of us headed out. We took the bus down to the subway station, and from there we headed into town. As we rode, I pointed out different stations where I’d get off to do my day-to-day activities. In doing so she got some sense of just how far I had to travel to get to things. It just so happened that this weekend a portion of one of the subway lines was closed. Unfortunately it was a section that we were planning on using. Instead I took her on a detour to a nearby station, and from there we walked to the downtown mall. As we walked I kept a close eye on her. I wanted to make sure she wasn’t feeling uncomfortable. She held up remarkably well. Really, she was spending some time just taking in the sights, and that was fine with me. When we arrived at the Eaton Centre she seemed kind of excited. She hadn’t been there in many years. I just followed her around for a bit before we split off. We agreed that she’d give me a call when she was done. I just wandered around looking at random things.

After we were done shopping we agreed to head to Chinatown. It’s a bit of a walk, and I think it would have been fine, but she revealed to me that she wasn’t really wearing sensible footwear. Well, midway there I decided it would be prudent to take a break and have lunch. We stopped by a Korean restaurant, and that’s where I introduced her to bibimbap. She enjoyed it, which made me happy. After that and a short visit to my favourite tea shop (she noticed that they knew my name) we hiked up to Chinatown. She seemed excited to go shopping for some exotic fruit. She ended up buying a dragon fruit just out of novelty. Since we were in the area I also took her through Kensington Market to visit some bakeries and the European deli. All throughout, people were milling about carrying out business as usual. I thought that it was a good thing to show mom that Toronto really can be a lively place. It’s easy to forget that if all you see are the suburbs.

When we were done instead of taking the subway all the way back I decided to have us take the 506 streetcar across town back to our neck of the woods before taking a subway and bus back home. I figured that it would expose her to other neighbourhoods that she would probably never otherwise see. We agreed that even though the streetcar was slower and more crowded, at least there would be more to look at.

In the end, I think she was satisfied with the outing. I’m sure she wants to head out again another weekend. I kind of want to show her how to access the trains from Union Station on her own, and I want to check out the St. Lawrence Market together one morning. I want her to experience the city as I’ve come to know it from working downtown. Those are all noble goals, but ultimately I’m just glad to be spending time with her. Ever since moving out we really haven’t done much together. This time is golden. Need to take advantage while I can, you know?

My body is a cage

Peter Gabriel covers Arcade Fire


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ev67C7Gts6Y

Bad renditions

Did karaoke earlier at a place that wasn’t particularly packed. After we were done and left our little room I noticed that none of the staff wanted to make eye contact. I wonder, is that normal? Do they not want to associate horrible renditions of pop songs to a face? It’s a fascinating dynamic. Surely they’ve seen and heard some really awful things. How in the world do they survive working in such a place if they act so ashamed? Pfft. No matter. I will continue to sing and be stupid. Karaoke is not a time to be self-conscious. Uh huh.

Too soon

I used the Japanese earthquake in one scene I did. The audience responded fairly quickly ‘Too soon!”

Who knew?

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