What can I say?
Life is better than it's ever been. And in this state, there's nothing left to blaspheme about...
I think this is the proper goodbye. It's been fun, it's been helpful to see my own thoughts in voiceless type. And the ups and downs have been great to share.
St. Dickeybird will now enter his "becoming a belt" phase.
Yeah, I had to sign off with something weird...
:)
Friday, November 30, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Friday, October 26, 2007
A Familiar Face
This morning I stopped at my subway station to buy a monthly TTC pass. Normally I buy them at the station by my office, but this time there was a rare lack of lineup near home.
As Mr. Ticketbooth processed my purchase, I pulled out my October card and said "Here's the one I'm using for this ride."
"You didn't need to show me that," he replied.
"Why not?"
"I know you've paid your fare. I've been doing this job every morning for years. I know almost every Metropass holder at this stop, by face, even if they don't buy them here."
It was an odd realization, that you're familiar to people that you have never met. That even in a city of over 5 million people, you're remembered.
I used to enjoy this fact, when I worked nights at the gas station. But I'd forgotten about it. I like it.
As Mr. Ticketbooth processed my purchase, I pulled out my October card and said "Here's the one I'm using for this ride."
"You didn't need to show me that," he replied.
"Why not?"
"I know you've paid your fare. I've been doing this job every morning for years. I know almost every Metropass holder at this stop, by face, even if they don't buy them here."
It was an odd realization, that you're familiar to people that you have never met. That even in a city of over 5 million people, you're remembered.
I used to enjoy this fact, when I worked nights at the gas station. But I'd forgotten about it. I like it.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Critical Shopping
Following last week’s jettison of Bell Canada, I’ve been doing some more selective shopping.
On Saturday, Courtney and I stopped at The Bay at Queen & Yonge Streets.
After finding a few pairs of pants that I liked, I went in search of a salesperson to unlock the fitting-room doors. In the whole “few-thousand square foot” space of Menswear, there was ONE salesman, and he was busy ringing in sales. I politely approached, asking if there was anyone available to help. “The rooms are right there” he blurted. When I tried to explain that they were locked, he nearly shouted “There’s someone down the aisle, on the left.”
When I carried my bundle of possible purchases “down the aisle,” I found the other salesperson. But he didn’t have a key, and referred me back to the cashier. Once he’d finished chatting with his friend…
I pointed out that he wasn’t able to help, and Salesman 2 just shrugged saying “well, I can’t help!” This seemed eerily familiar – I bought jewelry there a few months ago, and had to wait almost 45 minutes for a salesperson!
So I dropped my stuff on the nearest display, and walked out empty-handed. And a little pissed off.
Today, I went to The Gap.
They were very busy, as it was lunchtime. As soon as I walked in, someone greeted me and asked if I needed help. When I got to the change-room, there was someone ready in case I needed help. And I did - twice. My fucking waistline is expanding too damn fast.
Everyone in the store was very helpful and cheery. So I spent a few hundred dollars. And I'll go back next payday for more.. I don’t mind spending money for things, but I’m not going to support bad service. If more people felt this way, maybe companies would have to shape up.
Hooray for good service.
On Saturday, Courtney and I stopped at The Bay at Queen & Yonge Streets.
After finding a few pairs of pants that I liked, I went in search of a salesperson to unlock the fitting-room doors. In the whole “few-thousand square foot” space of Menswear, there was ONE salesman, and he was busy ringing in sales. I politely approached, asking if there was anyone available to help. “The rooms are right there” he blurted. When I tried to explain that they were locked, he nearly shouted “There’s someone down the aisle, on the left.”
When I carried my bundle of possible purchases “down the aisle,” I found the other salesperson. But he didn’t have a key, and referred me back to the cashier. Once he’d finished chatting with his friend…
I pointed out that he wasn’t able to help, and Salesman 2 just shrugged saying “well, I can’t help!” This seemed eerily familiar – I bought jewelry there a few months ago, and had to wait almost 45 minutes for a salesperson!
So I dropped my stuff on the nearest display, and walked out empty-handed. And a little pissed off.
Today, I went to The Gap.
They were very busy, as it was lunchtime. As soon as I walked in, someone greeted me and asked if I needed help. When I got to the change-room, there was someone ready in case I needed help. And I did - twice. My fucking waistline is expanding too damn fast.
Everyone in the store was very helpful and cheery. So I spent a few hundred dollars. And I'll go back next payday for more.. I don’t mind spending money for things, but I’m not going to support bad service. If more people felt this way, maybe companies would have to shape up.
Hooray for good service.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
Monday Drop-In
It was a great weekend.
Courtney and I paid off the rest of our Cuban Christmas vacation.
I had my head attacked by wandering zombies on Sunday.
We carved an almost-erotic jack-o-lantern, but lost the competition.
Rogers is coming to hook up my internet connection this evening, ending what turned out to be a surprisingly tough week without access from home. Still, I'm happy to be Bell Free.
It's not that Rogers has much better service, but right now I feel like a Prison Bitch. I would just like to be violated by a different entity for a change...
Courtney and I paid off the rest of our Cuban Christmas vacation.
I had my head attacked by wandering zombies on Sunday.
We carved an almost-erotic jack-o-lantern, but lost the competition.
Rogers is coming to hook up my internet connection this evening, ending what turned out to be a surprisingly tough week without access from home. Still, I'm happy to be Bell Free.
It's not that Rogers has much better service, but right now I feel like a Prison Bitch. I would just like to be violated by a different entity for a change...
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Dropping The Needle
Last night I finished mixing a couple more new songs, and posted them on my MySpace page.
Have a listen to 'Another Chance' and 'This Feeling'.
I'm really proud of both of them. These songs seem to be sending me on a bit of a tangent. I can't really explain how, but they don't sound like I'd expected them to when I wrote them. This bunch of songs is sounding more... organic... than the stuff I usually listen to.
An odd thing, for me anyway.
Have a listen to 'Another Chance' and 'This Feeling'.
I'm really proud of both of them. These songs seem to be sending me on a bit of a tangent. I can't really explain how, but they don't sound like I'd expected them to when I wrote them. This bunch of songs is sounding more... organic... than the stuff I usually listen to.
An odd thing, for me anyway.
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