Yesterday someone asked how my universe was going. To that I basically replied nothing has changed and left it at that. I thought since I have not posted to this blog much in the past few months, I should expand on the status quo answer.
I stand by my answer that nothing in my life has changed. I still have the same job, same wife and same kid. Job still sucks, wife still works crazy hours so I don’t see her much and my son still doesn’t let me make dinner (although he is becoming quite the little man). The journey to and from work each day is perhaps the worst of all, although my actual job is a close second. People on the train still smack me with their purses, bags, newspapers, feet, arms, elbows, and their entire body in general. Unfortunately, no super models have smacked me with their breasts on the train but there is still hope. Once off the train and on my feet, people still cut me off (to which I end up walking on them or tripping them up because it is hard to stop a hippo once it’s in motion), and people still walk into me (sometimes just shoulder bumps and other times the result is a little more amusing, to me). When I get to work I continue to do mindless work that I have to explain to those coworkers I work closely with several times a week.
As for the few hours of fun I get at the end of each week, I still travel up the QEW to see the Bandits play at the HSBC Arena in Buffalo, I saw my first hockey game at the Air Canada Centre last week, and I was able to attend Friday Night Fights at the Rogers Centre (the Jays home opener). Why are there fights at a baseball game? I don’t know. I guess the ‘fans’ were outraged that they paid money to watch these men, who make more money per pitch then they make in a week, play a child’s game. Oh wait, I forgot to mention the idiot that wanted to race me and my 4 cylinder car down the 407 in his/her (couldn’t see the driver) midsize V6 car. I should have raced; I just know I would have won.
So that is the long and short of my life.
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Man I can't wait until my routine becomes the same as yours upon my return to work.
I used to have a shit Corolla that had a 3 minute delay when you floored the pedal and shook upon hitting triple digits of speed. Everytime my friend got in he would proclaim "COROLLA POWER!" We should've raced, you and me if that punk teenager getting a driving lesson from her cop dad hadn't plowed into the side of my car right before we traded it in for a nicer car. Where am I even going with this story?
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