My two weeks of freedom is up. The term I used was that I was going to “flood” my blog with posts.
Well, alleged freedom as the, now ex-job, kept me hopping more than expected. I figured to have plenty of blog time, but it was not to be.
Instead, I have about ten hours until I begin the new job. The mileage will be approximately half what I was doing. The hours will be a little more predictable. I will no longer be trolling the downtown core of Toronto anywhere near as often as I was.
So, here I sit under my covers tapping out one final entry before the next adventure begins. The clock says 22h41 EST. Hanny the doberman (yes, he still lives) has been out. Teeth are brushed and mouth guard is in (I’m a grinder). Alanis Morisette is singing me to sleep with the acoustic version of her Jagged Little Pill release mixed in with Amanda Marshall’s Everybody’s Got a Story.
They say that a change is as good as a rest. This change, however, is better as I associate it with a word used earlier…adventure. They say we retire at 65, and it would not shock me to keep this job for the 25 years until I realize that age does not apply to my generation. They say that writing is not a career…but if I get my act together and start selling, it would make a nice little bump.
They say it should be getting warmer as summer approaches…fresh snow on the ground tonight leaves me with one final thought…
Who the hell are they?
“Traffic jam when you’re already late
No smoking sign on your cigarette break…”
– Ironic, Alanis Morisette