Saga Dialect
Tea Set

November 25, 2004

Ah, can there be any greater joy than spending the day at physical labour, going home and eagerly anticipating a well-earned beer; opening the door and finding your apartment a complete shambles, due to the fact that work crews have come in, ripped open several walls to expose all the water mains? Everything I own is now covered with a fine coating of drywall dust - I'm so looking forward to cleaning it all up.

Although the work crew has been working throughout the building for most of the month and we all were given notice that, at some point, they might need access to our suite; I thought that maybe we might be given - oh, I don't know - a day notice to at least get a few things in order. Apparently this is not the case. At least I know when they're coming back to replace all the walls they've gutted and will be able to cover a few of my things with sheets and whatnot.

November 24, 2004

Phew. What the hell have I been doing? Oh yeah, working.

Don't go and get all excited for me, now - it's just a temporary gig with a landscaping company in southern Vancouver. Hardly what I had in mind when I spoke of career change. Still, it's not all that bad, rainy days included. I even get to use leafblowers on occasion; I feel like a stormtrooper or one of the Ghostbusters whenever I strap the machine on. Otherwise, the job is much as one would expect: labour-intensive, dirty and mindless, yet somehow very satisfying. Go figure. I suppose it is the fact that one gets to see tangible results to their efforts in a relatively short time.

In other news, I have managed to sit down with a friend and record some spoken word. Again, don't get all excited, we're still in the preliminary stages and have great things yet to accomplish. I have merely taken the first few steps down a road I have driven past on this the interstate that is my life far too many times.

I don't know how I feel about that metaphor, but I'm sticking with it.