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Torontóban ismet mindenki nagyon közvetlen és kedves, a túrazsákkal 40 fokban loholunk, miközben öltönyös emberek veszik fel a tempónkat, hogy megszólítsanak.
... military and police cells throughout the world. I have been struggling to get enough sleep recently and have not had a proper day off in well over a week. I feel the most stressed out I have felt since coming to Canada; a foggy, slow-moving, highly-irritated exhaustion that is comparable to my old professional life where the average work day was twelve plus hours and five hours' shut-eye each night was the norm. For ...
In my quest to try and be a better person, I have been doing a lot of shift-swapping recently. An expedient way to help people out, make their lives easier, with little inconvenience to me other than signing slips of paper every so often. Also, yes, I gain a smidgen of grim satisfaction from defying and exerting control over our fiercely complicated staff rotas- having them revised to suit our mutual needs, remaking them in our own image. This may ...
The other day I woke up with a nosebleed, which of course led to a frantic Google search in pursuit of a medical explanation, preferably a benign one. There I was, clasping my tablet, tissues hanging from my face, sighing in relief: apparently winter is to blame. Winter plus the necessity of breathing can frequently lead to the drying of the nasal passages, which can result in a somewhat bloody nose. This led to an amusing conversation with a co-worker during a slow hour on the desk as ...
... a bucket-sized Americano and a fresh berry scone. I was dreamily writing long overdue cards to my family, when a brush of cold air from the street broke the train of my thoughts and I looked up. I couldn't believe it, for I found myself looking into the intense face of Mark Handsome, the bike extraordinaire and one-time, unexpected street conversationalist I had met just before Christmas. I sort of choked out a gurgled greeting, but he didn't seem to hear me, ...