I don't want to grow up...

It’s raining hard outside. I have two sun lights above me at work and I can see the gloom. I actually have a really pretty view of the street because the doors in front of my desk are glass with big panel windows on each side. They say that work satisfaction is highly correlated with how much natural light you are exposed to. I suppose that means I should be skipping out the door in the mornings. I have the heater on under my desk. It’s pretty sad that when the only thing really getting you through your days is the crappy lineup of television on when you get home from work. No wonder I have been so unmotivated to get off my ass and be active. At 5:30 it’s TLC’s What Not to Wear and at 6:00 Judge Judy- followed by a long trail of junkfood tv like the Hills and 90210 and so you think you can dance and House....every night is something new. I am pathetic.
I have no real social life here. Graduating University(Guelph) is depressing because you all of a sudden lose contact with your friends that are still in school and too preoccupied to deal with you...and then you have to get a job, pay your bills, become independent- essentially...a grown up. Never Neverland here I come. The only person my age in Markham (that isn't Asian I might add- not that I have anything against that.....nevermind) lives next door. Basically she is my twin...like looking in the mirror when I get home from work and we both get out of our cars and dig around in our purses for our keys. Same blond hair, same chunky black glasses- same build...same round face with a defined jaw....weird. I imagine myself walking up to her and going 'Hi, I am Jamie, wanna come over and play?' I can't seem to imagine an adult way of making friends without being vulnerable and feeling childish. How does a person meet young people when you aren't into going on some dating website, aren't in school, and have a job where you are literally the youngest person for miles and miles. I attempted looking at clubs and courses offered by the city...like the running room...but the truth is, I hate exercising with other people, I consider it a private affair to get all red faced and moist. Then I looked into book clubs....none. Art classes? too expensive. Art clubs- offered during working hours, because we all know artists don't have day jobs ha ha. Lastly I looked at choirs....the only choir in Markham was filled with Blue hairs....i would stick out like a sore thumb. So I am back to square one....my only social interaction is walking a 6 month old puppy in the park and chatting up the soccer moms watching their kids play on the swings. I do go to the off leash park and was starting to make some acquaintances- but then my dog got Kennel Cough - no dog park for three weeks- figures, my life is a sitcom....seriously...if you stay posted you will find out....

Toilets with Urinals.

This is my very first BLOG. I am a little nervous. I have to imagine what it will be like to have what is essentially a 'diary' on the Internet for people to read and make judgements on. I signed up for it right? Here is my rationalization. I am living in Markham with my older sister, no social life- my best friend is a dog. So I need to feel connected to the outside world in whatever way I can...my daily interaction with people is talking to tradesmen that come into my office....well it is more like a lobby....a floating desk in a lobby. I work for a medium sized builder in Markham- we make condos and commercial realistate. The bottom line is that when people come into my office, it isn't a good thing. Lets just say that it is a true rarity that a buyer will come in and praise the construction process and thank you for building their home....or that a contractor will thank you for employing them and tell you what a pleasure it has been. It is always 'where's my money" or "you people can't keep extending us like this- we want compensation". So this blog is going to be my outlet...my daily dose of crap. Love it.
Today on the news they said that they passed a bylaw in England to support gay and transsexual people- there are no longer little stick women with skirts on washroom doors - bathrooms are to be labelled 'toilets' and 'toilets with urinals'. I thought that was interesting. That is all for now...I have a headache and need to brew some more to spew.