March second. My birthday. It was 104 degrees...in the shade. Not a snowball in sight. Hmm, that doesn't sound right. I think that was somebody else'
s birthday...and certainly not during a Canadian March.
March second started out as any other morning except for one extra little detail...I've turned 29. Creeping closer and closer to 30. Should this have any effect on me? I'm not sure, it just seems odd. Although I don't remember exactly I've mostly likely felt the same way about every birthday after a certain point, just not sure where that point was.
Anyway, the day started out basically the same as any other day. Got up, drank some coffee, showered, dressed, went to work. Work ended at noon that day, but not because it was my birthday...well, kind of, my drivers license was expiring, so I took the afternoon off to go stand in line at the Ministry of Transportation office to renew my license, complete with new picture. Luckily the line wasn't very long and I only had to stand around about 20 minutes before an extremely flamboyant government employee had me sign a bunch of papers, took my picture, and took $75 of my hard earned credit. Could've been worse. Off I went with a temporary license and the rest of the afternoon off. What did I do with the rest of the afternoon? Well, I'm getting old, I took a nap.
After a couple hours asleep on the couch, or bed, whatever you feel like calling it, I was rudely awoken by somebody tap tap tapping on my apartment door. It was some guy apparently sent by Rogers Communications to ask me what type of magazines I liked. He also asked me if I was over 18. If I hadn't been half asleep I think I may have slapped him upside the head with my old license. So instead I just said that, yes, I was in fact, over the age of 18, surprising as it may be. He then asked me if I was still in school or if I was out in the working world yet. What is this, 20 questions to determine my age? Yes, I do in fact work to pay my rent. Contrary to popular belief I am capable of supporting myself!
I don't remember the rest of the day. I think I went back to sleep or maybe it was too traumatic and I just blocked it all out. Or maybe I really just don't care. That's probably the most likely reason right there.
End transmission...
posted by
CityRat 0 comments