Leisurely augmented

There are vending machines for French fries. Have you seen one? I did, this morning in the train station, “opening soon”. I don’t know whether or not I will ever try this. It just doesn’t seem right, yet, is attractive by virtue of its novelty. Probably the angle “they” were going for. “Let’s hook’em with the novelty and then cram some rancid, oil-soaked, mould-laden potatoes down their throats. Suckahs.”

For some reason, I just love central station in Montreal. I think I’d like to work there. It’s underground, but not gloomy. It’s bustling without being overwhelming. It’s got good chocolate and pastry and magazines and now, vending machine disposed French fries. What more could you ask for in a central station? I would like to work for Viarail. Their customer service agents are surly. I can be surly. Or I could stand around in an ugly uniform like a lot of the other workers with undefined positions seem to do. They have good parkas though. I want to work in one of those parkas. I wonder if they provide them or make you pay for them and if so, do you get to keep it after you stop working for them?

I was thinking this morning that when I am out of work in December, I may take a train into central station and hang out there in the morning anyway, as a part of some kind of inspiration routine. For what purpose? Not sure. Character sketches? Short stories? Resume writing? Job searching? Assassination plots? At the very least, a nice cup of tea and some toast and some people watching. Like a true crazy, unemployed person. Don’t say I don’t have aspirations.

The servers are down this morning at work, which means I can sit here and obviously, unapologetically, not work. All my work is done online. No server equals no worky. T-shirt slogan?

We are having a pizza lunch today. The Toronto office is having a formal introduction of the take-over bank’s people and we get to sit and watch via video conference while we eat pizza. Pointless? Yes ma’am, yes sirrah. But pizza is involved so it can’t be entirely awful. That’s not at all true. If, for example, I was being drawn and quartered, but they gave me some pizza while it was happening, it would still be entirely awful. Pizza does not redeem all evil. Also a t-shirt.

I can’t remember the last time I wore a T-shirt with a slogan on it actually. Sign of aging? Probably. No more, wearing my record collection on my chest. I still have my band t-shirts. I’ve been trying to figure out something clever to do with them. Maybe I’ll use my time in Central Station for that. Only one month left till unemployment. That sounds so negative though. How about workfreeness, or leisure-augmented... One month until I am freetime enhanced.

Well, back to sitting here and staring out the window at the gray Montreal skyline. I will miss that part of work. I will miss the view. I probably won’t get another job with that luxury. Then again, maybe I will. Or maybe I’ll just find another way to see it. I still like you Montreal. Soon, I will look for a new way to be a part of you.