At Your Own Risk…
May 11, 2010 10 Comments
Old Iron threatened me that I had better post something or else… so here it goes…
So while most Canadians are either fretting over the upcoming HST implementation in various provinces, finding a national bird to rival our neighbours great bald eagle or praying to the hockey gods that the Canucks or Habs bring home Stanley…
I find myself wondering WHAT THE HELL was in the Ontario’s water last fall that lead to 75% or more of my friends popping out babies in rapid sequence, vying for top place on the list of the craziest baby names out there!!
Holy mother of insanity!
Trust me – I’m drinking bottled water from here on out!!!!!!
I don’t trust even the filtered Brita water in these here parts!
It’s making my head spin.
It most definitely was a cold summer/fall in Ontario… and we all can figure out without the help of diagrams what they were doing to keep themselves warm.
Welcome back to Ontario, KC.
The move went as expected.
Chandler is resting comfortably but temporarily with my aunt, being spoiled rotten with love, attention and new treats (the silly cat is so domesticated he doesn’t even recognize a fish for what it is… food. Nope. Rather – he’s discovered that processed fish food tastes much better than the ACTUAL fish and begs for their pellets as a treat. Stupid cat. Man I miss him silly!!!) … after a pretty tumultuous airplane ride that had me silently begging for any and all kinds of anti-anxiety drugs available under the sun, intravenously. Yes. We both survived.
Chandler did much better than I did… surprisingly enough.
I have way more grey hairs than I care to admit at this time.
I’m living temporarily in the basement of a B&B, cooking with a hotplate & microwave and have the choice of two bathrooms to get ready in the morning.
I got wheels to zoom around, out and about… making the most of the best Mennonite Market available in Ontario – only 5 mins away.
All courtesy of my company who made it all part of my relocation package.
I’m still on a search for a humble place to lay my head and bring Chandler home to.
The moving company will store my crap stuff until I have a place of my own.
Renting. (It’s soooo much more affordable here than in BC. How I made it happen while in BC is mind-boggling to me)
Not gonna buy … not right now.
My goodness, I missed Ontario.
Whudda thunk possible?
Most certainly, not me.
I started work almost immediately.
I didn’t see the point in waiting, prolonging the inevitable.
The company is a perfect match for what I am attempting to accomplish in my career.
I’ll let you know what that is, once I have it figured out.
They gave me a big ass cubicle.
They don’t micro-manage.
They operate on trust.
Have very archaic processes and procedures… this should prove to be interesting!
And they’ve already caught onto a unique feature I possess: my ability to get people to confess their deepest and darkest secrets. I’ve become the confessional… a priest of sorts.
Except I have boobs… so not sure if that is really appropriate to compare myself to a priest. Most priests have penises and like little alter boys.
I’ve heard more juicy gossip in my first week than I did all year while working at VANOC. Oh, nothing REALLY inflammatory or disparaging, unlike past places of employment.
So far, so good.
Making mental notes along the way, storing away critical information to be used against them at a later date… if necessary (*insert evil laugh here. don’t choke on it either*)
I’m well on my way to my goal of world domination.
Remember: my world is very small and nonsensical.
That should sum it all up, nicely, in a pretty little package for y’all.
With a bow on top.
Yeah. I think so too.
What can I say, really? Its’ been pretty surreal honestly.
Sometimes I have to go back to look at my pictures of Vancouver to say, yes… the last year & half really did happen. I was there.
And while I am now living in a completely new city than before, many things that I blocked out have come rushing back at me.
Some not so good.
But I am happy to be back.
Because apparently, Ontario: is home.
Well… that is, until it’s not anymore.
And in the meantime, I’m going to enjoy some homemade perogies and cabbage rolls (although I make some pretty kick ass rolls myself), the biggest Oktoberfest celebration in North America (ziggy zoggy ziggy zoggy oye oye oye!!!), and what I feel to be normal human and socially acceptable behaviour (well I wouldn’t say doing the drunken Elephant dance at Oktoberfest is ‘normal’ but fun it is!!!).
I am back in Ontario.
Thanks for the memories Vancouver… but I gots to get outta there!
Woowee! Pretty you might be… but COME ON!! Seriously?
I’ll be back to our regularly scheduled programming of pissing y’all off with my crazy non-Conservative thoughts and beliefs on various hot topics… shortly.
Right now, I’m to busy being happy!
Because I’m home. I’m back where I belong.
With way more grey hairs than I had before I left.