Free At Last (Well, Again Anyways)

Complications, Fascination & Quitting Your Day Job/Interlude 3 – Jetplanes Of Abraham

Written on a Tuesday:

I woke up around 5:30 in the morning today. I brushed my teeth, washed my face and changed into my work clothes. I ate breakfast while skimming the Sports section. My father and I left the house a little after 6 and I arrived at York Mills station in time to catch a train just before 6:30. I made it to work at 7:05, went up to the third floor and said “Good morning” to my instructor. Then I gathered my things and quit.

I didn’t just walk out and I didn’t have a Jerry Maguire-level breakdown, though that’s always been a dream of mine. I had prepared a letter the night before and read it to my shift manager and my instructor. It was well written, if I do say so myself (which I will), though it may have been too honest. Everyone was nice and understanding and before I knew it my ass was back on the street and my working relationship with RBC was over.

Now:

Now would be a good time to mention that William told me about a deal he could get on Metropasses but that I would have to let him know that I wanted one a month ahead of time. I now own a Metropass for the month of March, but have no good reason to go downtown. I kept this in mind on Tuesday and wandered around the Greater Toronto Area for the better part of four hours. I went up to Downsview station and wandered around there. The station itself is really nice. The bus shelter has a really high ceiling and it almost has an airport terminal feel to it. Also, there’s not a lot of buildings and there’s plenty of empty field space all around so it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to imagine a jetplane touching down just outside the window.

I had no idea where I was going and I just walked and walked and walked. I’m not going to lie, I was tripping a bit. I ended up wandering through a residential area and I’m certain that I gave off a strong vagrant impression. When you think about it, I actually am a bum now so I guess it was appropriate. If I had to use one word to describe the area: Jewish.

Counting stopping by the Eaton’s Centre to have lunch with William that day and taking a bus back from Markville Mall today (I jogged there) my metropass count for the month is now at 6. I will get my money’s worth out of this.

I can tell you right now that my dad is not too happy with me. He hasn’t said anything, but I know how he is. I don’t think he realized just how much I’m struggling with adulthood. I mean, I can imagine what my employers were thinking. “Wow, he’s just giving up. That’s so…childish.” Apparently, I’m still a child in many ways. I have a lot of growing up to do and I know that that isn’t going to be accomplished by me sitting around and moping in my room. So what to do, right? I’m figuring things out. All I know is that I don’t want the things that other people want and that is a concept that I am finding it difficult to express to friends and family. Hell, I’m not even sure if it makes sense to me. I’m kind of fucked up right now, so bear with me for a while.

In other news, Annia is back.

Trailer for Step Brothers with Will Ferrell and John C. Reilly. I was tempted to just copy and paste some Will Ferrell movie trailer description from someone else’s post but even that seemed like too much work. Watch it and laugh. You know what you’re getting into.

Metal Gear Awesome. Is this a re-post? If you get all of these jokes, you’re truly a better man than I.

I don’t even know where I’m going.
That’s the best way to get someplace you’ve never been.