No one told me how full-time commuting work sucks your life away like a giant vaccum cleaner -- the kind that can pick up weights and small children. The work is great and the people are great but GOSH I'm tired come Friday. And my house looks like no one's lived in it for months. It has an untouched messiness to it.
The GO-train is great for napping though, and for catching up with friends. I'm turning in to that annoying person who's carrying on into her cell phone while you're trying to read the Financial Times. Because I'm going the opposite direction from the majority of commuters my afternoon trains are a bit more colourful than your standard suits packed in like sardines. I get a lot of teenagers on their way to Jays or Toronto FC games.
Sometimes I wonder if they slot me into a category with them or the other 'adults' on the train. I never noticed how far away from 16 I was until I overheard a conversation between two teenaged girls that consisted of 'oh my god did you hear that person x did crazy act z with person y?' and 'oh my god I was so drunk I slid off b and vomited in c and kissed person d! Holy beer goggles!'
Okay so I have some of those stories still, but I say them more quietly and use less slang.
These teenagers tend to travel in unweildy packs -- that at least I've let go of. Except for this weekend when I go into the woods with an unweildy pack of friends to freeze our butts off in canoes. I can't wait. The walls of my cubicle are this funny blue-grey colour -- that classic men's underwear colour. I'm looking forward to some rich browns and lime greens and the red and yellow and blue of the campfire.
Hope you have some great colours to look forward to this weekend too.
