Well the countdown is on and this will be my last entry until I’m back from Florida. We are off to DisneyWorld for nearly a week, only to return to a world where I am once again employed. Suddenly things get busy again. I’m still deciding if this is a good thing.
The raw fish epics:
Craving some sushi for over a week seems sort of silly since there are more restaurants selling the stuff than there are people here, but I waited and waited until I could wait no more. I broke down and found myself in this trendy sushi shop on Braodway this noonhour. I had just bought myself a respectable haircut, and was unable to resist the window display surrounded by a hungry hoard of lunching hospital workers (the Van General is two blocks away) picking through the racks overflowing with rice, rolls and wasabi. One pair of chopsticks later I was stuffed full of raw fish and meandering my way home.
The inevitable occured and it was time to do laundry. Call me paranoid, or crazy or whatever, but I don’t trust laundry related things. I mean, I don’t like leaving my laundry alone in the basement of the apartment. In my old place in Edmonton, there were only a few people in the building and a handful of stairs to worry about. Here there are three floors, thirty nine suites and I just felt better about the whole deal (and I was bored anyways) by loading up the whole sha-bang and taking it two blocks down the street to this nifty little laundromat.
Well, it was a little more work (save running up and down the stairs of my apartment to check every ten minutes like I would have done) but, wow, it that ever faster. Two loads in less than an hour. Ok, I was impressed.
Here’s something interesting. Did you ever wonder how accurate those cash registers at the grocery store are? Well, I went to get a few things (admittedly including some produce which needed to be weighed) at an infamous grocery store down the street. When I got to the cash regsister the dopey looking guy at the til rang my stuff in and told me the bill, before (silly me) I realized it was a “cash only” line. Oops. And I was a few pennies short. Alas, to make a long story a bit shorter, when I took it to another til and the girl there rang me through, there was a price discrepancy of more than a dollar (in my favor!). And no, she hadn’t missed anything. I checked. Makes you wonder: on a total purchase of less that ten bucks, there was over ten percent error between the two tils. I’m not trying to tell anyone how to run their multimillion dollar company, but that’s wacky!
But here it is, the last few words before I wrap up and ponder why I ever decided to catch an 8AM international flight (please check in two hours prior to boarding) when I don’t even own a car that can get me to the airport. Oh well, the cab is booked and if everything goes according to plan, this time tomorrow I will be somewhere south.