Occasional reflections of life jolts to life within me the realization that I have foregone many a dreams - I approach the horizon and I lock my eyes tightly to the watery boundary between ocean and sky. I have forgotten what it was like to drift asea with gentle breeze and stormy gales. My wings, dirty and rusted, lay out lazily in the sun.
An eternity since my last flight.
Icarus cries.
When my advanced macroeconomics professor laughingly said that she didn’t like words and preferred math, I thought it was supposedly to laughingly just be funny. Only after flipping through six pages of integration for a single problem, today, did I realize how serious she was being.
My cough is killing me. As usual, the sore throat has progressed to the coughing lungs out stage, but here goes the day:
9-10 am - Finish revising Resource Econ lecture notes; Read text chapter 4, annotate
10-11 am - Read Macro text chapter 2; Problem Set 2 and solutions
11-12 pm - Review Econ History lectures notes, International Trade slides
1-2 pm - Resource Econ PS 5; review lecture notes
2-3 pm - Financial Econ finish PS 1 stock section; revise lecture notes; review slides and detailed notes
promises myself that I will write a bit later
This is a rant about Canadian inefficiency as well as the apathetic service industries today.
This is a complaint of dissatisfaction as a TD Canada Trust customer.
This is a story that has been only too many times already by other unfortunate consumers.
It is not okay to:
a) Delegate a transfer requiring your permission as branch manager to a branch employee before you leave for vacation and;
b) Return to work, having forgotten about this transaction, and inform your inquiring client that you have lost all traces of the transfer request (it was faxed), and request that all the information (such as form and bank accounts info) be faxed to your branch once again;
c) Assure the client that you will have this matter straightened out, and that such a request requires only a 24-hour processing period, and have the client discover that nothing has been done 48 hours later
d) Not be there to answer the phone when the now upset client attempts to follow up the status of their request.
1. Late-afternoon grocery shopping in China town = missed podcast with fellow bloggers
2. My record of two years without contracting a respiratory virus has been destroyed - my throat now hurts, and to my knowledge that is often the sign of a week’s worth of not talking
3. Looking forward to the third week of class!
4. In the process of rereading Plato
5. Seeking to become once again more active in extracurriculars - see global health magazine and academic conference
Having recently promised (as of last night) to participate in a Sunday-morning podcast, I’ve suddenly realized that my lazy mornings of news and blog-trolling are long gone. Vying for more hours in the day, while exciting, will eventually become exhausting.
There is the familiar feeling in the background that I will be able to challenge myself as never before this semester - be it true or not, I look forward.
To borrow the words of my economic history professor, today “marks the watershed” between a “new” and an “old” world. It marked my first time climbing on a treadmill in nearly three weeks, the first time sipping coffee in three or so months, and the first time… feeling energetic thus. The delusions that summer is still here have trickled away into bittersweet reality. I am overjoyed to know that the building’s gym opens at 5 a.m., but am dismayed that the equipment are US imports (as all display in imperial units).
The brain is too muddled to stream together the number of things I wish to mention still - something about my three-day school weeks and four-day weekends being extremely beneficial and productive, and something about having decided to be a good housekeeper for myself. Cooking is yet still a joy.
Ah…. first day of class… my life moves too fast. I can’t believe summer is already over and I’m that much closer to whichever finish line I care to use at the moment. Resource economics was interesting. Currently waiting to go to international trade and lamenting the lack of materials up on Blackboard portal.
moving feel like camping - it’s making do with everyting all the time
As I neared the end of my work term, my respect for my colleagues increased for the following reasons:
1) “Where are you moving to?”
“Oh, Bay Street.”
“Where on Bay Street? 1001 Bay?”
“Yes, oh my gosh how did you know?”
“Oh when I worked in Queen’s Park I knew a lot of politicians who lived there.”
2) “Did you know there is a new documentary The Cove on the dolphin hunt in Japan?”
“No.”
“Well… [30 minutes detailed explanation of this counter-espionage documentary]” (It only plays at the Cumberland right now FYI)