I knew yesterday afternoon that I was going to have to work late today while everyone else in the office was scheduled to leave at 4:00, so when I woke up this morning I was already really pissed. I therefore grabbed the most inappropriate clothes I could find to wear to my stodgy office: Jeans and a tank top. "That's right fuckers, you're going to have to look at my tattooed shoulder ALL DAY!" But then I couldn't really go through with it and I would have been too cold in the a/c anyway, so I put on a cardigan, which rather ruined the effect. And I guess jeans weren't really that inappropriate in the end either since we were having a jeans day for charity. I really know how to break the rules, you know?! Sigh!
When I got to work I got some really shitty news that sent me into a absolute rage. I decided to play inappropriate cds and an inappropriate radio station on the radio my dad gave me earlier this week for my office. At a completely inappropriate level too, ie. barely audible. Which is probably still too loud for some of the assholes around that place.
I somehow ended up not having to work late and Kev had tickets to the Blue Jays intraleague game versus the Phillies so I was on my own. I decided to go walk the labyrinth at Trinity Square, something I'd been meaning to do for awhile but never got around to. It wasn't as meditative as I thought it might be because these stupid people were letting their little kids ride their trikes all over it but I didn't really have the energy to be too annoyed, I just blocked it out as much as I could. When I got to the centre I turned around and cut back through to where I started, forgetting that you are supposed to follow the same path back out. Amateur. No wonder I didn't feel very enlightened when I left.
Anyway, I decided I didn't feel like cooking so I thought I would grab some dinner in the foodcourt at the mall. Then, because I'm so fucking cool, I accidentally kicked over my chair, my metal chair, onto the tiled floor. In case you don't know, that makes a lot of noise. A lot. I mean, I don't know about you, but I'm always hoping to make as much noise as possible when I'm in a really crowded area all alone.
So I went to Lush* and bought a bunch of crap I didn't really need and then I decided to go for a walk and catch the College streetcar home. I found a present for a friend on the way and that sort of salvaged the day a tiny bit.
I guess this is what I'll miss the most about the city, the free time at the end of the day where I just play it by ear and let things happen however they end up. No time frames, no train schedules, just lovely, aimless, healing wandering.
* People are always telling me that baths are a good way to reduce stress and I am always resisting the idea but in light of recent revelations, I thought it couldn't hurt to try. So I tossed a bath bomb into my basket at Lush. Adding insult to injury, when I went to run a bath after writing this post I discovered that we have no plug for our tub. Which I might have known if I'd ever been inclined to take a bath since I've lived in this house.