First, my client (well, the guy I report to, at least) in Toronto was fired from his job, outright. I really don't know why. I was sitting in my office near quittin' time one day and a colleague walks in, tells me to pack up and get out. She'll talk to me in the morning. So I walk back to my little hovel in a daze. I'm trying to think of what I've fucked up and I couldn't figure it out. I really don't get that bent out of shape over stuff like any more that but this was a bit of a puzzle.

Anyway, it turns out that the I guy that I used to report to was being escorted out of the building and that he and his guard were on their way up to our area. So we had to get out to save embarrassment or something. I have no idea what he did to deserve that kind of treatment but I guess that's the way things are done in the "real world". What's more, I don't know how they'll replace him, internally at least. Who wants to volunteer for that kind of abuse. I'd rather fly into a Taliban militia camp on a hang-glider than to jump into that mess.

For my part, it seems they still like me, I didn't fuck anything up, and I still have a gig.

The work's been busy, though. I like that but it gets a little frustrating when decisions that were taken a year ago are now being called into question. A project like this is planned to the last pencil sharpener and when you start moving people and desks around, it means the entire plan changes. We're talking about a hundred eighty positions here. It's also difficult to find people and to assemble them in one place at a time, especially when some key persons are being fired.

Then there's the fact that I'm living on my own in Big Town for a good chunk of the week. I've been walking as much as I can to and from work - about an hour each way. It feels good, especially going to the apartment in the evening because it's uphill all the way. But I'm without Luvofmylife and Girlofmydreams has left me...well...only for a little while but I miss her a whole bunch.

On the bright side, Buddybee breezed into town today, only for the day, though. So we had sushi for lunch on Queen Street. I'm beginning to think that our relationship is entirely based on strippers. Other than that, we didn't have a lot to talk about and I've pretty much lost interest in strippers. I guess I just feel like the whole game's just a lie. Maybe he was tired. He usually does all the talking - like constantly.

Also in brighter news, I finally broke down and bought a new laptop. I keep telling myself I need it for work both in Canada and abroad. It's also got a DVD player so we can plug it into the TV and watch movies on it. So that merits the three grand I shelled out for this thing, doesn't it?

Of course...in reality...I probably bought it just so I can keep up my diary and to write little love notes to Girlofmydreams.

STELLLAAH!

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