Oh, downtown....

I now have 2 jobs. One, in the 'burbs, at a public library, working in the circulation department. Blah blah, boring. Although last night I had one patron apparently have a heart attack and leave in an ambulance, and another lovely fellow try to tell me that public libraries shouldn't have displays about homosexuality because it was a perversion, right up there with drug addiction, and kids shouldn't be exposed to such filth. Lucky for him he was out of punching range.

The other is downtown, working for a non-profit organization that basically provides resources for other non-profit organizations. This one is not so boring. My desk is right next to a giant window; across the street from us is a big condo building, and I can pretty much always see right into their windows when they neglect to shut the curtains, which is usually. Like this afternoon. When a couple of girls were washing the windows in one of the units, presumably in preparation for moving in. Only one of the girls wasn't wearing any pants. That's right, she was washing windows in her panties on the 4th floor in full view of anyone in the surrounding buildings.

So you can see why I feel that working downtown is going to be fantastically entertaining. I have to start reporting all the crazy things I see/hear down there, because really, they're frequently too good not to share. I only wish I had some kind of secret spy camera so I could provide photographic evidence of things like Homeless Jesus, who was about 7 feet tall and walking down the street telling the story of Moses and the Jews wandering the desert like he was there (he kept referring to his brother Moishe). Or the giant brass statue laying on a flatbed truck with a couple of construction dudes sitting on it. The statue, not the truck. I should also snag a pic of the stretch of Yonge where they filmed the street fight in the Hulk. Although it's kinda depressing because Sam the Record Man is closed, the Zanzibar is actually a strip club, and there is no Apollo (they built that facade in front of a tattoo parlor and an adult movie theater). It's also about 2 blocks from where I work. Which rocks. Did I mention that already?

Re-permitted!!

So I just got my shiny new work permit in the mail - and it's good for 3 years! Should be MORE than enough time to get my permanent residency. Also it means I can finally get back to work. I've actually got 2 part-time jobs that have been waiting on this permit, so hopefully next week, I'll be nearly full-time employed!