City(e)scape

It is only an idiot who never changes their mind...

So I stumbled down tonight to one of those 'chain-book-stores' on Bloor west street.
I killed a couple of hours searching for the perfect specimen to devour daily on the giant Toronto Rocket (aka: The TTC Subway) off to work.

I just moved to this unusual city in January, and getting anywhere without trying not to make eye contact is a real challenge. I often watch David and admire his subway etiquette. He has been practicing law for three years now and has grown accustomed to well, it's customs.

As we ride to work together, he hardly speaks; yet secretly grabs my hand...but not to make a scene to the fellow TTC/Rocket on-lookers. In the morning for the first few hours, my blue eyes are tired, and my brain hasn't jumped out of bed. I tend to drift off in some sense, so I am guilty of staring people down by 'accident'. I also just can't believe how different this Toronto culture actually is as compared to my former lived-in-cities of Montreal, Vancouver & Edmonton.

In Toronto, they work.

And we work late here. I am used to the luxuries of coffeebreaks "to rest your computer eyes"
and to also save your vision and mind at that! Yet a possible break for eating in the city is rare. But a break is needed as the fatigue wears hard on everyone.
Everyone fills The Rocket when I enter aboard at morning and also at night. It is always totally packed with the entire population whatever time I am on it, I hate this.

Where did all of these people come from?

It's kind of overwhelming.

Suffocating.

The other day the conductor blew a whistle for us to squish on as the doors were about to close. I thought I was in Japan for an instant, not that I have ever been to Japan, but I have studied Kyokushinkai Karate for over 4 years and know enough about the culture there.
So then I wondered if a Japanese man in a navy pillbox type hat and little white pleated gloves would push me in?

Like the poor cattle I witnessed being carted via train yesterday morning, I too managed to arrive to the slaughterhouse on time. I think I want to be a vegetarian now. Sorry Alberta!

So at my job, we can start late as my department leaves around 9pm.
I on the otherhand, try to bolt at the earliest of 6:45!

"How shocking of me!"

Yes, so this may be a complete shock for you, so I must warn beforehand "to-the-lazy-worker"
that the other night David came home at 1:35am. Yes from work.

So now as a newly jewelled crowned Torontonian, I too now both live for WORK, and also for resting my head at night.