2025 me here: Picture links are broken. Take care of your pictures people, especially the old ones where you are young and cute.

I am on fire and doing a slow descent. Crash date is in seven days. Explosion in eight. *Yawn*  Feeling very lazy. Maybe after a coffee I will get fired back up. Sundays are probably my favorite day. Even though I have work in the evening, I love just relaxing all afternoon. It was very cold this morning, meaning this is likely my last week or two of commuting on bicycle. I get off at 6:30am and it is pretty chilly at that time. Here I am warming up at 6:50 am after working twelve hours and a freezing bike ride from work.

Note the statically charged hat hair. I then sleep for as long as my body can. Today I rolled out of bed at the crack of 2:00pm, made a large oven puffy pancake and at 3:00 pm watched the Toronto Raptors lose once again in my bowl chair and spiffy pajamas. (don’t I look like I would be fun to wake up with?)

I really do wear my glasses and pull a chair up close when watching because of my pathetically small TV. My monitor is actually bigger. My job: Concierge, aka: well dressed slave. Working all day for a mean little guy, with a bad toupee and a soup-stained tie. He’s got me running round the office like a gerbil on a wheel. He can tell me what to do but he can’t tell me what to feel. Hey, Julie… Sorry, slipped into a song there.

I actually don’t have any supervision at all.  I work at an upscale condo building providing security and coddling to the old rich widows and retired businessmen here. The biggest fish who lives here is probably Les Pyette, the editor-in-chief of the National Post. He is a nice guy, at least to me anyway. I usually see Peter Mansbridge on the week-ends too (his parents live here). For the non-Canadians, Peter Mansbridge is our big prestigious news anchor. He is ok, he dresses like a total shlub. Probably to disguise himself. There are a couple other notables but I am getting off track dropping names like a true pompous prick.

Anyway, it is a swanky joint filled with geriatrics with money. Being a student (who also has seniority here), I have chosen to work night shifts. On these shifts I have free reign of the place. They give the staff unlimited internet access, there is a sauna and swimming pool, a billiards room, exercise room with cable TV, a few other amenities, lots of places to go take a nap, etc. So that is what I am talking about when I say cushy. The drawback is the godawful pay. It’s probably the reason I have seniority here after only a few years on the job. My only real duty is to be available by cell phone so that if an old lady needs her jar of jam opened, I can run up to her suite and do it with a smile. I am supposed to do patrols too. The day staff is actually pretty busy but the night shift is free like the wind. I like to look at it as being payed to study (even though I usually just procrastinate).

P.S. If wonderplum ever comes back I’m going to one eprop her for a whole week

*grumble grumble*

At least she can’t make fun of the pictures I just posted.