Monthly Archives: April 2010

Peas & Gravy

Windowsill near on Emily's street.

Windowsill I passed on my way from home from Emily's house.

I met up with my friend Emily on Sunday. She is my friend who is a seamstress at Cique du Soleil, freelance fashion designer, and is a tap dancer too! We planned to meet after her dress rehearsal, but the rehearsal went late, so I got to see her perform. She was doing two sets at a burlesque show, which is very trendy right now. I’d never seen this side of her before, and was amazed at how wonderfully she looked and danced. It was a real treat for the eyes!

Afterwards, we went to Juliet and Chocolate where I ordered cake and Emily had a crepe. We hadn’t caught-up in a while, so sat there talking for a long time after we’d polished off our plates. When it cake time to move, we walked up St. Laurent and St. Denis Street, going into all the local Montreal designer shops and shoe stores to admire stuff. It was fun doing it was Emily, as she noticed all the small details in the clothing that made them special.

I walked her to her house and we sat on her couch pouring over fashion books together trying to figure out what types of clothes would work for my body type. Funnily enough, I already wear most of those styles.

I stayed up late Sunday night and got up early Monday morning to do a rush job for Modasuite, creating the flyers to be handed out in Markham and Toronto advertising the sale.

When I got into to work that day at telemarketing, I was greeted with a performance plan: make more sales or you may get fired. I didn’t make a sale again that day, despite my best efforts. The only person who showed the slightest interest in the insurance I was selling was this sweet gentleman on leave from work due to an accident- and had such a huge balance on his card I couldn’t bring myself to give him that ‘push’ to get the insurance. Maybe tomorrow I’ll get a happy “Yes, ma’am.” from somebody who never uses their card. Wouldn’t that be nice… (cost of the plan is based on your average daily balance- which is evil).

I felt rather bummed-out after work. So, I went grocery shopping for some comfort food. I had a major craving for a beef, gravy, and peas pie, like the ones my grandparents used to give me when I stayed at their house for dinner. I did an extensive search through the frozen food section of store, but was unable to find even an ice cream pie! So, I bought a bag of frozen peas and a can of gravy instead.

Once home, I put the peas in a bowl, the gravy in a cup, and put them both in the microwave. There was a rumbling and tumbling, so I opened the microwave to take a look, and found that my cup of gravy had fallen over. Gravy was all over the microwave, the fridge (it sits on top of the fridge) and the decorative shawl I have hung over the back of the fridge to hide the ugly wires.

Chloe and I put in a team effort to clean-up the mess, propping the microwave up with a can of soup in order to sponge up the gravy that had flowed underneath it, and dumping the shawl in a bucket of water to deal with later. I still wanted my peas and gravy, so poured a new cup of gravy and stuck it in the microwave. It didn’t topple over this time, but when I poured the gravy over my peas, and dipped in my spoon- I found it was still cold (I hope I don’t get salmonnella poisoning!). So back in the microwave it went.

When my bowl of peas was finally ready, I felt like it had all been an anti-climax as the taste and texture did not live up to my childhood memories. Chloe and I sat in the living room together and discussed life: our goals, our dissatisfactions, the expectations society and family have on us…

Chloe made a very good point about the post-graduate life: It’s the first time we’ve ever had our life not planned for us. I mean, we go to kindergarten, elementary school, highschool, then university… then you graduate university and for the first time, you don’t know what to do with your life. Yes, you need to find a job- but where?

Now I sit at my computer, still pondering. I should really go to bed now- its almost midnight and I have to get early again tomorrow to go to Modasuite. I wonder what I’ll dream of tonight?


Wood, Marble, & Slate

Coffee by the window

Enjoying coffee by the window at Tournesol.

Friday was a rainy day. Everything was grey and wet, which was rather discouraging when one is trying to get out of bed early in the morning. Eventually, I managed to pull on my Wellington boots and scurry out the door to my internship.

I had a productive day at Modasuite. In the morning, I edited the copy I’d written for the Designer Comments, then began inputting it into the website. In the afternoon, I worked on e-flyers for Modasuite’s big sale next weekend, and did translation of some French copy into English.

I basically sat the computer from 9:15 to 6:30pm, hardly noticing the time go by. Its funny how at telemarketing I can’t get enough breaks, but at my internship I don’t  feel the need. However, once my stomach started grumbling, I figured it was time to take a break.

As yesterday had been pay-day at work, I decided to treat myself to lunch that day. I went to Tournesol, a café/spa I’d discovered on Wednesday. They are much cheaper than the café in the office building, and have a far greater environment.

The owner puts so much detail into everything, from serving you coffee to interior decorating. The café is a tasteful combination of recycled light and dark wood, marble, and slate. The wood is covered with abstract chiselings, which I asked if he’d done. Apparently, it scraps from Bombardier that would used as cutting guides for metal mechanic pieces. I thought that was very interesting.

I had a mini-feast of a chicken/pesto/mozzarella sandwich, chocolate croissant, and coffee before to returning to work. At 7pm, I met Dunter for dinner at a little Italian restaurant called Chez Ennio. The place was full of people, but there was only one chef and one waitress on duty which made things very slow. It was a bit overpriced too, but we enjoyed each other’s company, talking, and studying all the little knickknacks around the room.

I was too tired to go out that night, so went home to change into my pajamas and curl up in front of the computer with a hot cup of tea. I had meant to work on the Toronto promotions for Modasuite, but was too tired to use my brain, so just looked at laptop cases on the Internet until 11pm and fantasized about the laptop I would put in them.

Shrubbery, Lambs, & Hawks

Unusal plantlife behind the snack shop.

Unusal plantlife behind the snack shop.

I went home for Easter, spending most of my weekend on the Greyhound bus. We made a stop along the way at a small snack shop in the middle of nowhere. The bus often stops there, giving passengers a chance to stretch their legs and grab some nourishment. This time however, it was extra-special.

When I had got on the bus earlier that day, the weather had been normal, yet when I stepped off the bus I found myself in awe at how warm it was. It was like a summer day!  It was most splendid.

Behind the snack shop lies a lagoon which I always admired from afar but never gone down to in fears of trespassing. However, so many people from the bus were sauntering on down that I took it as an opportunity and followed suit. It was a real treat! The bull rushes around the water’s edge shone gold in the sunlight, and the water of the lagoon was black and placid except for the occasional ripple that distorted the reflection of the budding trees above.

There was a rustic wooden bench by the water which I sat on for awhile. I soaked in the warm sun rays as I looked out on the water and down at the wilted plant-life around me. It really did feel like summer. I felt reminded of days spent camping or playing in the woods as a child which are such pleasant memories.

Once back on the bus, I decided to watch the film Beautiful People on my iPhone. It had been on specail for .99 cents on iTunes  as a movie rental, so I decided to give it a try although I knew nothing of the film. It turned out to be amazing! It depicted the unhappy lives of various well-to-do families in London, England, and the positive effects that their interaction with Bosnian refugees had on their lives and conservative values. It had both very sad and very funny parts with interesting characters. I enjoyed the film immensely.

My visit home was short and simple. The highlight of the trip was perhaps a spontaneous drive into the countryside with my Mum and aunt.  We had originally planned to go for a short walk in the woods, but as we were driving to the nearest conservation area, lambs got brought-up in conversation, so we decided to go in search of some, which brought us to Featherstone Winery.

Featherstone is a local Niagara winery which use lambs to trim the grape vines and falcons to scare off little birds trying to eat the grapes. Unfortunately there were no lambs out, but to our delight there was a red-tail hawk on show with its trainer. It was lovely to see such a big bird up close, and Mum likes hawks.

On my way back to Montreal, the bus didn’t stop at the country snack shop as usual. Instead, it stopped at your typical roadside stop, consisting of a mere KFC, Tim Hortons, and gas station. The line-up for coffee was astronomically long, so I wandered around the perimeter of the parking lot for entertainment.

The parking lot wasn’t very exciting. Beyond the cracked concrete lay a damp wasteland of yellow grass, bare trees, and stubbly shrubbery, all of which were dressed up like Christmas trees with the discarded garbage of careless travelers. However, above all this came the song of frogs croaking like an orchestra of stringed instruments. It was a sweet sound. The sound of summer.

So that was my trip! And now I sit at home drinking the tea Judy gave me for Easter. I love tea.