Day 3

Day 3 in London. Day 2 of my job search. Here's something to know: Job searching is just as excruciating in London as it is in Toronto. Here's why: In Toronto, there are many jobs that I could not get. In London, there are many jobs that I do not want. I should have learned how to drive a truck. Or learned how to drive period, since at least 75% of the jobs I look at require a valid driver's license. But that thought leads me to all that I have accomplished since I have returned to my hometown:

1. I drove home from the mall (roughly 2 blocks, no street lights)
2. I applied online for my birth certificate (cross that off the New Year's Resolution list!)
3. I unpacked all but 1 box (which coincidentally is the 1 box that I never unpacked from my last move)
4. I changed my phone number and address (which means Rogers will still be able to call me incessantly)

I think that's it. Not that exciting, but progress is progress. Right now the biggest issue in my life is this loud-ass keyboard. It's 11:59, my parent are sleeping down the hall, and I'm sure they're wondering why there is a machine gun going off in the kitchen. Sorry folks, that's just me typing. Hopefully, I will get everything together to hook up the internet on my laptop so I will be quietly typing downstairs in the near future.

Here's a quiz: What has been the biggest adjustment since moving to London?
b) Living in London
b) Living with my parents
c) Living without my sister
d) Living without digital cable

If you guessed d, you are correct. Sorry Maxine, but think about how you felt when I almost took The Mirror Has Two Faces. Tell me, how do people live without the guide? Am I really expected to turn to that TV Guide channel and wait for it to scroll? AND not know what the show is about, thus forcing me to watch the first 5 minutes? I'm tearing up, I have to stop.

Well, that's about all the news for now. Hopefully my next post will have news of my new job. Keep your fingers crossed that the Fred Astaire Dance Studio calls me back. I think I can teach the seniors a few tap dances.

Give me digital or give me death,
superblackgirl