It's like I've been hit, this past week, with the sudden realization that it is, in fact, summer and that I'm allowed to enjoy it.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Tuesday, July 06, 2010
Try
I'm going to slowly try to reintroduce myself into public life and into the blogosphere now that I can sortof think clearly again.
Sunday, May 02, 2010
Age
I find twenty-six to be a strange number and a strange age. At 26, quite a few people I know already have marriages and children. Some people are just getting out of their 10 year-long psychedelic coke trip, deciding to clean up and start playing it straight.
And I just have a desk job.
Toiling away throughout my university program, I could justify having a desk job simply as a method of sustaining my life while trying to pay the tuition fees. But now that I'm out of school, and I'm twenty-six, and I wake up every morning to take the same bus to work, walk the same path to the office, greet the boss the same (awkward) way, turn my computer on, check the mail, check the voice-mail, update the phone message, turn the page on your daily-Dilbert calendar, (I wish!,) following the same routine pattern day in and day out. It feels like I've been at it for an eternity, when in fact I've only been in this (very entry-level) job a few months.
And though I'm quite new, and by far the youngest in my office building/historic gatekeeper's lodge, sometimes I can't escape the feeling that I might be reaching the big O-word.
And not the good one.
I'm talking about feeling OLD. My previous government jobs have made me feel like my body is being punished into a life of idleness and as a result degenerating at a much quicker rate than it would be if I were working anywhere else but behind a desk.
I felt that way in my previous job also, mainly on account of the fact that I dealt with cases belonging to people who were of a certain age and experience and who had certain medical conditions usually attributed to old age. When matters of these concerns are brought to your attention on a daily basis, I suppose eventually they numb you to the fact of thinking... "Well, this will be me someday." It may be years and years away, but when I was at that office, I felt it lurking around the corner.
The other day, I noticed a group of high school kids exploring the site where I now work. Two of the people in charge of this group looked like they were straight out of high school themselves. The young leading the young. When I pointed it out, my colleague exclaimed, not very tactfully I might add, that this means I'm getting old, and then related her own story of realizing she'd achieved middle age the moment she discovered she wanted to pinch a young police officer's cheeks after he'd pulled her over.
I think what I'm getting at is that it's important to acknowledge and appreciate the events in one's life that helps them understand exactly where they are in their lives and precisely where they should be in the scale of aging and of being.
I am not a person who is content with physical, social or creative inaction. I find it to be unbearably constraining, though it seems to have been the slippery slope I've been sliding every since my first job in the public service some five years ago.
I'm very hopeful that the new path I have chosen for the Fall brings with it different physical, social, psychological and intellectual challenges that I will almost certainly never meet, sitting in a cubicle, staring out the window into a world of things happening to which I am contributing nothing. It'll be behind a computer screen no doubt, but hopefully not in a cubicle.
I don't think there's anything bad about aging. I think, when done naturally and properly, it can be graceful and quite wonderful and I look forward to the benefits each new age will bring me. But I certainly don't want to bring any of the more difficult and stressful aspects into being any earlier than they're naturally scheduled to appear.
Now then, it's almost 7:oo p.m. Time for a bath and then off to bed!
And I just have a desk job.
Toiling away throughout my university program, I could justify having a desk job simply as a method of sustaining my life while trying to pay the tuition fees. But now that I'm out of school, and I'm twenty-six, and I wake up every morning to take the same bus to work, walk the same path to the office, greet the boss the same (awkward) way, turn my computer on, check the mail, check the voice-mail, update the phone message, turn the page on your daily-Dilbert calendar, (I wish!,) following the same routine pattern day in and day out. It feels like I've been at it for an eternity, when in fact I've only been in this (very entry-level) job a few months.
And though I'm quite new, and by far the youngest in my office building/historic gatekeeper's lodge, sometimes I can't escape the feeling that I might be reaching the big O-word.
And not the good one.
I'm talking about feeling OLD. My previous government jobs have made me feel like my body is being punished into a life of idleness and as a result degenerating at a much quicker rate than it would be if I were working anywhere else but behind a desk.
I felt that way in my previous job also, mainly on account of the fact that I dealt with cases belonging to people who were of a certain age and experience and who had certain medical conditions usually attributed to old age. When matters of these concerns are brought to your attention on a daily basis, I suppose eventually they numb you to the fact of thinking... "Well, this will be me someday." It may be years and years away, but when I was at that office, I felt it lurking around the corner.
The other day, I noticed a group of high school kids exploring the site where I now work. Two of the people in charge of this group looked like they were straight out of high school themselves. The young leading the young. When I pointed it out, my colleague exclaimed, not very tactfully I might add, that this means I'm getting old, and then related her own story of realizing she'd achieved middle age the moment she discovered she wanted to pinch a young police officer's cheeks after he'd pulled her over.
I think what I'm getting at is that it's important to acknowledge and appreciate the events in one's life that helps them understand exactly where they are in their lives and precisely where they should be in the scale of aging and of being.
I am not a person who is content with physical, social or creative inaction. I find it to be unbearably constraining, though it seems to have been the slippery slope I've been sliding every since my first job in the public service some five years ago.
I'm very hopeful that the new path I have chosen for the Fall brings with it different physical, social, psychological and intellectual challenges that I will almost certainly never meet, sitting in a cubicle, staring out the window into a world of things happening to which I am contributing nothing. It'll be behind a computer screen no doubt, but hopefully not in a cubicle.
I don't think there's anything bad about aging. I think, when done naturally and properly, it can be graceful and quite wonderful and I look forward to the benefits each new age will bring me. But I certainly don't want to bring any of the more difficult and stressful aspects into being any earlier than they're naturally scheduled to appear.
Now then, it's almost 7:oo p.m. Time for a bath and then off to bed!
Sunday, April 25, 2010
The Beginning of the OttawEnd
Recent events leading to major life changes have motivated me to take up blogging again. Although I'm not entirely certain I should stick with this particular blog because of its' ties to the past.
But I'm attached to the title, and it makes particular sense to keep it now considering it is kindof an homage to some of the comedic heroes of my youth.
On that note, I've recently been accepted into Humber College's Comedy: Writing and Performance program for this coming Fall, which inevitably means two things:
1) I'll be moving to Toronto;
2) My life in Ottawa has been a joke (and will be the source of many to come!)
I've heard both positive and negative reviews of the program, but my goal is to maintain a good attitude, to give it my all and hope for the best and hopefully the worst that might happen is that I'll end up as a substitute drama teacher, working only often enough to pay for rent and cat food.
That being said, the next few months are going to be huge a HUGE transition for me. After having lived in Ottawa since coming to school here in the Fall of 2003, I've come to know the city, its' people and its' public transportation system very well. It's going to be very difficult saying "Goodbye and Thank You/Merci et au revoir" to the Nation's Capital.
To anyone reading out there, I'll appreciate your kind words throughout this very bumpy ride.
Bring on the Big Smoke!
But I'm attached to the title, and it makes particular sense to keep it now considering it is kindof an homage to some of the comedic heroes of my youth.
On that note, I've recently been accepted into Humber College's Comedy: Writing and Performance program for this coming Fall, which inevitably means two things:
1) I'll be moving to Toronto;
2) My life in Ottawa has been a joke (and will be the source of many to come!)
I've heard both positive and negative reviews of the program, but my goal is to maintain a good attitude, to give it my all and hope for the best and hopefully the worst that might happen is that I'll end up as a substitute drama teacher, working only often enough to pay for rent and cat food.
That being said, the next few months are going to be huge a HUGE transition for me. After having lived in Ottawa since coming to school here in the Fall of 2003, I've come to know the city, its' people and its' public transportation system very well. It's going to be very difficult saying "Goodbye and Thank You/Merci et au revoir" to the Nation's Capital.
To anyone reading out there, I'll appreciate your kind words throughout this very bumpy ride.
Bring on the Big Smoke!
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Back on the horse?
The tunnels smelled like Lipton chicken noodle soup yesterday.
This made me a little homesick;
and quite hungry.
I've been inspired to get back on the blog. Or I could be a copycat jerk with no more original thought left of my own.
Meh. I can decide that when I'm not sick and ticked off about thievery.
This made me a little homesick;
and quite hungry.
I've been inspired to get back on the blog. Or I could be a copycat jerk with no more original thought left of my own.
Meh. I can decide that when I'm not sick and ticked off about thievery.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
Something to look forward to:
TICKETS CONFIRMED!
Date: June 1 & 2
Time: 9pm
Where:Avalon Ballroom
Prices: Tickets start at $90
Award winning comedian, actor, author, producer and host of the late night television show The Daily Show, Jon Stewart takes the stage with his unique blend of wit, charm and humour.
Buy tickets today at Fallsview Casino Resort's Box Office (open Noon-8pm), at all Ticketmaster locations, by calling Ticketmaster at 1-877-833-3110 or online at www.ticketmaster.ca.
Ticket Limit: There is a 6 (six) ticket combined purchase limit per customer. Orders exceeding the published ticket limit may be cancelled without notice by Ticketmaster at its discretion. This includes duplicate orders having the same billing address or credit card.
Must be 19 years of age or older to purchase tickets or attend Avalon Ballroom performances.
Date: June 1 & 2Time: 9pm
Where:Avalon Ballroom
Prices: Tickets start at $90
| BUY TICKETS |
Award winning comedian, actor, author, producer and host of the late night television show The Daily Show, Jon Stewart takes the stage with his unique blend of wit, charm and humour.
Buy tickets today at Fallsview Casino Resort's Box Office (open Noon-8pm), at all Ticketmaster locations, by calling Ticketmaster at 1-877-833-3110 or online at www.ticketmaster.ca.
Ticket Limit: There is a 6 (six) ticket combined purchase limit per customer. Orders exceeding the published ticket limit may be cancelled without notice by Ticketmaster at its discretion. This includes duplicate orders having the same billing address or credit card.
Must be 19 years of age or older to purchase tickets or attend Avalon Ballroom performances.
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