Everyone! I would like to introduce you to my new friend and cohabitant Tate!
He's bright, he's green and he makes my room smell waaaayyyy better than any "Mountain in a Can" that Febreeze has ever released. Plus, he's very quiet, which goes along ideally with my not being very quiet - he's a great listener.
He's also actually moved a few times on his own. This concerned me at first, but after a brief chat I learned that he's actually just developing enough sentience to give me a hug. And possibly become the Supreme Overlord of Humanity. But one thing at a time. Huggles first.
Bonus points to anyone who can correctly guess which type of greenery Tate is!
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Final note of the day: Just want to extend some felicitations to the Birthday Boy! Good work existing for another full year, you certainly did it sufficiently!
If you're not a Birthday Boy, that note is not for you. Sorry, chumps.
Monday, 25 August 2014
Saturday, 23 August 2014
The Time, She Passes
So, it seems that it has already been 100 days since I left home for an adventure.
So far, my time in Scotland hasn't been as adventure-y as I'd have liked it to have been. This is in part because I've been working waayy more than I had planned to (usually 6 days on 7 -we're seriously understaffed), but I think it's also because I'm a creature of routine and I need to feel settled before I can take on any adventurous spontaneity (how dweeby is that?) While I'm not going to beat myself up for being this way, as soon as the festival madness settles, I'm going to try my best to actively experience this country (Note to self: you did not fly across the Atlantic to sit alone internetting in a smaller, shittier room than you had back home. Not every day, au moins.)
Now, here's a brief review on the past 100:
- 29.5% awesome = the time I was euro-hopping with Marg
-0.5% shamefully pissy = that one night I acted like a cranky little baby in Portugal (sorry Marg, you were right, it was worth going out for those fancy G&Ts alone)
-50% kinda boring = working a standard young-person job, signing up for banks and doctors and filling out paperwork (there's A LOT of paperwork when you move countries, as it turns out)
-5% psyching myself up to be a better person = eating better (with mild success), going to the gym on the reg (I'm doing better at this one), sometimes speaking Spanish with a few of my coworkers, considering learning some sort of useful skill, etc.
-2% drunk = this is Scotland after all
-3% awkward = Meeting new people. In particular, friends of people who are only kinda my friends to begin with. Second-hand acquaintances. But when you're new, that's all the social life there is.
-10% missing home = Ottawa and everyone in it (and even a few choice people who aren't, you lucky things, you!).
Frankly, when I set out to move over here, I didn't know exactly what goal or outcome I had in mind. I just did it cause I felt like it. But already it's given me some perspective. I've learned that I'm pretty sure Ottawa is my home. I may wander to other bits of the globe now and then, but I've felt more right with myself there than I have anywhere else. I've learned that it's important to me to have an occupation where I feel valued and can put my own talents to work rather than simply exchanging mindless labour hours for money. And finally, I've been reminded that it's rare to just stumble into a large collection of people who become very dear to you. Team Ottawa, we were all very much on the same wavelength and now I can recognize just how special that was.
And yes, I miss you too Mom and Dad.
A'ight a hunnit days done made me sleppz. Time for beddy-bye! G'night team!
So far, my time in Scotland hasn't been as adventure-y as I'd have liked it to have been. This is in part because I've been working waayy more than I had planned to (usually 6 days on 7 -we're seriously understaffed), but I think it's also because I'm a creature of routine and I need to feel settled before I can take on any adventurous spontaneity (how dweeby is that?) While I'm not going to beat myself up for being this way, as soon as the festival madness settles, I'm going to try my best to actively experience this country (Note to self: you did not fly across the Atlantic to sit alone internetting in a smaller, shittier room than you had back home. Not every day, au moins.)
Now, here's a brief review on the past 100:
- 29.5% awesome = the time I was euro-hopping with Marg
-0.5% shamefully pissy = that one night I acted like a cranky little baby in Portugal (sorry Marg, you were right, it was worth going out for those fancy G&Ts alone)
-50% kinda boring = working a standard young-person job, signing up for banks and doctors and filling out paperwork (there's A LOT of paperwork when you move countries, as it turns out)
-5% psyching myself up to be a better person = eating better (with mild success), going to the gym on the reg (I'm doing better at this one), sometimes speaking Spanish with a few of my coworkers, considering learning some sort of useful skill, etc.
-2% drunk = this is Scotland after all
-3% awkward = Meeting new people. In particular, friends of people who are only kinda my friends to begin with. Second-hand acquaintances. But when you're new, that's all the social life there is.
-10% missing home = Ottawa and everyone in it (and even a few choice people who aren't, you lucky things, you!).
Frankly, when I set out to move over here, I didn't know exactly what goal or outcome I had in mind. I just did it cause I felt like it. But already it's given me some perspective. I've learned that I'm pretty sure Ottawa is my home. I may wander to other bits of the globe now and then, but I've felt more right with myself there than I have anywhere else. I've learned that it's important to me to have an occupation where I feel valued and can put my own talents to work rather than simply exchanging mindless labour hours for money. And finally, I've been reminded that it's rare to just stumble into a large collection of people who become very dear to you. Team Ottawa, we were all very much on the same wavelength and now I can recognize just how special that was.
And yes, I miss you too Mom and Dad.
A'ight a hunnit days done made me sleppz. Time for beddy-bye! G'night team!
Thursday, 14 August 2014
Elixir of the gods
Just want to share with you my first cup of proper, non-instant, non-watered-down-espresso coffee in MONTHS. Filter coffee simply isn't a thing here. You can't get it in cafés or restaurants. I had to go on a city-wide search just to find a standard drip coffee machine! The store dedicated to coffee had no clue about such a thing. I had to order my coffee filters off Amazon because no grocery store carries them.
But now, after hundreds of thoroughly disappointing cups of instant "coffee," I am taking my first sips of the real thing from my special mug. I actually have warm fuzzies in my tum (or maybe that's just the relief of my withdrawal symptoms). Regardless, for the next 15 minutes, all is right with the world.
Tip your Tim's server extra for me, hey?
But now, after hundreds of thoroughly disappointing cups of instant "coffee," I am taking my first sips of the real thing from my special mug. I actually have warm fuzzies in my tum (or maybe that's just the relief of my withdrawal symptoms). Regardless, for the next 15 minutes, all is right with the world.
Monday, 4 August 2014
Mah Jerb
The place where I work is two bars connected to a hostel. One is a sports bar and the other is a craft beer and whisky bar. I do shifts in both of them. Tonight I'm in the craft bar. Here's what it looks like:
That is all.
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