Family Day

Tomorrow is a day off for a good percentage of Ontario's working class.... unless they are part of a Union with the holidays written into contracts. Or if they work retail. Or if their employer already gives them 9 stat holidays a year. Then it's iffy.

Myself, I have to work. I'll be going down to the post office tonight at 11.30 PM or something like that for a shift commencing at 12 midnight, and like any other night I will work away until 7 AM, then for the last hour of my night I'll go up to the remote locations at the bank towers and see what's going on there. Then I'll come home on what I expect to be a lighter than usual TTC subway ride.

My biggest challenge tomorrow is not going to be what to do with the day off, but how to keep it business as usual for me and get enough sleep to last through the Tuesday shift. Here's hoping the noisy bastards in this building keep it down tomorrow by day; around 4 AM and again at 5 AM this morning I was awakened by loud voices out in the hallway. I have a pretty good idea where they came from, too; there used to be a very selfish thoughtless young man living upstairs from me who would have friends over at all hours stamping on the floor or playing loud music or shouting off the balcony, but he now lives at the end of my hallway which means I don't hear his noises, but I hear the noise of his guests as they come and go. This is not always an issue for me as I am at work most of those times, or I'm so tired I am sleeping through it, but the people next door to him have a baby - I can imagine how many times he's managed to wake the kid up with his goings on. Dude is, in short, an asshole.

But I am not going to let anything bother me this week. I'm just not. And why? Because I am on vacation from the 22nd of February to the 10th of March. I'm not actually going anywhere, though; I wanted to get time in April to go to see my friend Brian in Kamloops, and I still might, but this 2 weeks is being pushed on me so I do not carry any vacation over into the next fiscal year. I don't have the money to go away, so I am going to do things around the city like see movies and finally paint my dining room. And my friend Mark is coming to Toronto this Friday as well. So it's all good. Nothing is going to get in my way this week; I shall enjoy each day as I hear the clock ticking closer to Friday at 8 AM when I will be free. For 2 weeks anyways...