the banker in her natural spawning ground
Feb. 18th, 2016 03:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_siobhanI really don't have a lot to talk about in here these days. Not really because there isn't stuff going on, but most of it isn't really mine to talk about, and the bigger world stuff depresses me. The number of people who sleep indoors and who think we shouldn't be helping people who are homeless and freezing just make me tired.
Meanwhile my sister is on a Greek Island in the Mediterranean fishing people out of the water because she's a badass. (That's a semi-secret btw, so don't tell my mom. She worries.)
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In the continuing saga of "You're old now, so we want to keep poking at you with things", my doctor wants me to get a bunch of tests. I could do it at her clinic, but her clinic is on the opposite side of town from where I live. That worked out fine when I could stay over at D's place but it's a pain in the ass now, so I've been trying to find a place downtown that will do all the tests on my lunch hour.
Holy shit, what a mess.
Nobody answers their phone. Nobody returns messages either, although they will leave snarky recordings about please don't leave multiple messages. Well fuck you pal, call people back and maybe that won't happen so often.
I work in the centre of the highest concentration of hospitals in Canada. I'm not shitting you, I can see three through the window and the only reason I can't see more is because there's a hospital in the way. I finally just walked to the closest one and walked around asking people questions until I found the right room and I was able to make an appointment. But what do people do when they don't work where that's an option?
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I went to some work event a couple of days ago that just happened to take place in the restaurant where we scheduled the group dinner for Convergence IV. It's close enough that I could walk there so I started hiking down Bay St. And as I traveled along the crowds started getting thicker and heavier until I was being practically carried along by this mass of humanity.
It was weird and more and more people kept joining the crowd. I couldn't figure out what the hell was going on. Is there a sporting event happening at the AC Centre? Or a big concert? I finally got my answer because I couldn't actually get out of the crowd when I got to my destination and they pulled me right into Union Station. That's when it clicked. People who work in the financial district - you know, the part of the economy that makes money - can't afford to live in Toronto. They were all bankers headed home on the train.
I had to leave the station through another set of doors and walk back up the street to get to the restaurant. Now I can see I know what a salmon goes through when it swims upstream to spawn. Except my payoff was a lot less exciting.
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Tomorrow's Friday. Finally. Why do the short weeks always feel so long?
Meanwhile my sister is on a Greek Island in the Mediterranean fishing people out of the water because she's a badass. (That's a semi-secret btw, so don't tell my mom. She worries.)
In the continuing saga of "You're old now, so we want to keep poking at you with things", my doctor wants me to get a bunch of tests. I could do it at her clinic, but her clinic is on the opposite side of town from where I live. That worked out fine when I could stay over at D's place but it's a pain in the ass now, so I've been trying to find a place downtown that will do all the tests on my lunch hour.
Holy shit, what a mess.
Nobody answers their phone. Nobody returns messages either, although they will leave snarky recordings about please don't leave multiple messages. Well fuck you pal, call people back and maybe that won't happen so often.
I work in the centre of the highest concentration of hospitals in Canada. I'm not shitting you, I can see three through the window and the only reason I can't see more is because there's a hospital in the way. I finally just walked to the closest one and walked around asking people questions until I found the right room and I was able to make an appointment. But what do people do when they don't work where that's an option?
I went to some work event a couple of days ago that just happened to take place in the restaurant where we scheduled the group dinner for Convergence IV. It's close enough that I could walk there so I started hiking down Bay St. And as I traveled along the crowds started getting thicker and heavier until I was being practically carried along by this mass of humanity.
It was weird and more and more people kept joining the crowd. I couldn't figure out what the hell was going on. Is there a sporting event happening at the AC Centre? Or a big concert? I finally got my answer because I couldn't actually get out of the crowd when I got to my destination and they pulled me right into Union Station. That's when it clicked. People who work in the financial district - you know, the part of the economy that makes money - can't afford to live in Toronto. They were all bankers headed home on the train.
I had to leave the station through another set of doors and walk back up the street to get to the restaurant. Now I can see I know what a salmon goes through when it swims upstream to spawn. Except my payoff was a lot less exciting.
Tomorrow's Friday. Finally. Why do the short weeks always feel so long?