The Bloody Doors Off

I miss fish & chips.

Lemme be specific.

I miss fish & chips from Pumperknickle’s at BCE Place, every Friday at lunch.

I miss going into an office.

Riding the streetcar from the Loop to Bay and King.

Passing Klaus! (since closed) and Neinkamper just after Parliament. I had funny voices in my head when I would approach those stores (near as I could tell, it was furniture and lighting).

One of the drawbacks from working at home. Where I’m normally making a grilled cheese for lunch.

3 slices. Grilled.

Decadent.

There are pluses.

I roll out of bed and I’m at my office.

Unlimited coffee.

I can run laundry during the day.

But I’d trade it all for a full-time job/contract back in the Financial District.

Of course, July looks to be busy.

I’m sure I said the same thing about June.

This time I mean it.

Provided I don’t get fired off of one of my contracts tomorrow.

I have no reason to believe this is the case.

But you know what they say. Shit happens in 3s.

Scammed.

Teeth.

???

Yeah, gonna be sweating this one for the next 18 hours.