Monday, March 31, 2008
Me: Late 20s, attractive, intellectual. You: Hot, emotionally unavailable, sociopathic, preferably with a neck tattoo
Lucy's "crisis" was low on the drama scale. She had recently become involved with a guy she'd met on the internet. He was hot, stupid and had the forearms of a Greek god. Lucy had a penchant for prison tattoos and women-haters. It was an unfortunate combination for a Women's Studies Phd candidate. This particular dirtbag had suddenly given her the cold shoulder without any warning and Lucy was visibly upset. Babs tried to console her friend, but she just couldn't understand why Lucy persistently fell for the same guy.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Career/Coffee Advice Pt. 2
"What's up?"' Babs asked once Lucy took her seat at their table. She watched her friend of 20 years struggle violently out of her ski jacket. Babs had no idea why someone as cutting edge as Lucy wore things like ski jackets. Babs often thought Lucy, in winter, could pass as one of the people who stood outside the Halifax general hospital on smoke breaks.
"Crisis!" Lucy moaned, at last shrugging off her jacket - or at least she tired to say. Her coffee came at the same time so it turned into "cris-thank you".
"Crisis?" Babs took a sip of her own coffee, happy that she wasn't the only person suffering a crisis - though hers was primarily based on the mediocrity of her personal life. And her living situation - let us not forget that.
"Crisis!" Lucy moaned, at last shrugging off her jacket - or at least she tired to say. Her coffee came at the same time so it turned into "cris-thank you".
"Crisis?" Babs took a sip of her own coffee, happy that she wasn't the only person suffering a crisis - though hers was primarily based on the mediocrity of her personal life. And her living situation - let us not forget that.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Career/Coffee Advice
"Beautiful renovated bright one bedroom downtown basement apartment. Must share only washroom with two others. Available now."
Babs clicked on the next listing. Looking for an apartment in Toronto was an attempt to achieve an impossible balance. Price could be right, location wrong. Location great, number of bedrooms off. Location, price right - sharing of washroom with "others" issue - wrong.
The more she looked for a new place, the more she realized that she wasn't going to be moving anytime soon, at least not until her student loans were paid off. A waitress set a steaming coffee cup down on her table. Babs clipped her laptop shut. She was meeting Lucy at Mosaic, a coffee shop down the street from her apartment that she'd recently discovered. The deal went that you placed your order at the front and then had a seat. The service was slow but Babs liked the idea of actual service, even when all you ordered was a coffee - it made her less resentful of the tip jar at the front.
As Babs was slipping her laptop into her shoulder bag, she heard the door at the front jingle. Looking up she could see Lucy now inside and making her way towards Babs' little table. With her hair in braided pigtails and her bright green ski jacket swishing as she walked, no one would have guessed that Lucy taught feminist porn and gender violence in cinema at Ryerson University.
"You have to order your coffee at the counter and then they'll bring it to you" Babs called to Lucy when she approached. Lucy nodded and pivoted towards the front counter. Babs took a sip of her latte. With her dilapidated bachelor apartment and second hand furniture, she bet that no one would have guessed she was a lawyer either.
Babs clicked on the next listing. Looking for an apartment in Toronto was an attempt to achieve an impossible balance. Price could be right, location wrong. Location great, number of bedrooms off. Location, price right - sharing of washroom with "others" issue - wrong.
The more she looked for a new place, the more she realized that she wasn't going to be moving anytime soon, at least not until her student loans were paid off. A waitress set a steaming coffee cup down on her table. Babs clipped her laptop shut. She was meeting Lucy at Mosaic, a coffee shop down the street from her apartment that she'd recently discovered. The deal went that you placed your order at the front and then had a seat. The service was slow but Babs liked the idea of actual service, even when all you ordered was a coffee - it made her less resentful of the tip jar at the front.
As Babs was slipping her laptop into her shoulder bag, she heard the door at the front jingle. Looking up she could see Lucy now inside and making her way towards Babs' little table. With her hair in braided pigtails and her bright green ski jacket swishing as she walked, no one would have guessed that Lucy taught feminist porn and gender violence in cinema at Ryerson University.
"You have to order your coffee at the counter and then they'll bring it to you" Babs called to Lucy when she approached. Lucy nodded and pivoted towards the front counter. Babs took a sip of her latte. With her dilapidated bachelor apartment and second hand furniture, she bet that no one would have guessed she was a lawyer either.
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