So after pulling a full days work on the weekend, trying to tie up loose ends so I can get away to Toronto, the morning just starts out badly...the 'aroma' of my hockey gear left in the Jeep overnight is like a punch in the face when the weather is warmer...that coupled with the fact that I missed garbage day last Wednesday and the bags on the floor in the garage suffered the same fate as my hockey bag... I was given the realization that I will miss garbage day once again this week due to being away...and the lack of time or ptions I had present to avoid that were lacking...I just shut the door, jumped in the Jeep and headed to work.
I had to be up early to make a conference call with some consultants from India...ok..8am might not be early to most, but us night-owl bachelors, 8am is ungodly.... The call didn't even happen...there at work, at my desk, 8:01am...no call...grr...but hey, that means I can skip out early at the end of the day...run to TO, check in, and start my week away right? Ha...
I look at my whiteboard...Only 9 major projects on the go right now...not too bad (for those readers who don't know...that is heavily doused in sarcasm), only 5 of them due by June...I can do this...it's not like they all need something from me before I leave today...wrong!
So, head buried, I power out my deadlines...make short work of the standard 2 hours of meeting at least per day, and low and behold...it's 3:30...I'm free! Rush home, pack...because I put it off all weekend because procrastination is one of my talents...I haven't checked my mail in 3 weeks...it's a skill... I'm praying for an iron in the hotel room, because I'm just pulling random shirts from a pile on the floor...now that's the clean pile, but pile nonetheless...
It's 5...I'm on the road...gas up, get a coffee...get travelling supplies...check the oil...windshield washer...air in tires...good...tear off up the Dundee road headed to the 401. Traffic is heavy...but moving...only slow down at Erin Mills Parkway for a bit... I realized I didn't write down the address of the hotel. I know it's just off the 401 on Dixon...or was that Dixie...no Dixon....yes...Dixon... I fight through 6 lanes to get into the collector at the last minute...head down Dixon and it's becoming more residential than it should be...and Matheson drive was just off the 401...why can't I find it... I pull over, find the email...damn...it was Dixie...how the fuck do I get there without driving back onto the 401 and retracing... I don't mind being lost, as long as I don't backtrack...
I keep my Blackberry in the French Language... I tell people it's because I was bilingual at one point, and it helps keep me in touch with French here in this English part of the world...but really...it's because it's different and unique, and that to me is cool, so I'm doing it for the cool factor. It's now that I realize I am more rusty than I thought, and I am having a hard time translating the directions for using the GPS on my Blackberry...all this while fighting traffic...thank god for no cops...
I pull over, adjust the language settings, figure out how to use the GPS...and cut across town to Dixie...it's only 6:30 now, the concert tonight isn't until 8, plenty of time...
Wouldn't you know there is a Matheson Blvd W and Matheson Blvd S, which of course run perpendicular to each other...fuck!...I find it...check in...shit shower shave...ah...no razor...just the first two...change and run out...7:30...need to get to the ACC...I don't know how people who live in TO deal with Gardiner traffic day in day out...I wanted a gun...
$20 parking...but I'm right across from the ACC...deal...left jacket in Jeep...sprint to gate...search pocket for ticket...goddammit....really???....sprint back (at this point I should inform you that I am a big guy...and you should be very impressed that I can run, let alone sprint)...search jacket...found ticket...walk back...too much sprinting...make my way to the 200s...but no time to sit, Silversun Pickups had just started. Amazing...love them...great to see them in a big venue.
Didn't stay for Muse...
Grab some food, back to the Hotel...it's midnight...tomorrow is the course...and down time before CMW...
This week had better be less hectic...
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