Prelude to Maple Leaves

Today was going to be monotonous, but ultimately it was not, because, first thing after getting to the office this morning, there was a voicemail, and the woman was from human resources, and she said that I seem to be what they are looking for, in this other position, you see, the one up north, the one I applied to so that I could leave Florida behind, one year is enough thanks, my
life as a arthritic frog, in a dry deep ditch, so anyway would I like to do an interview?

Yes, I would!

The situation would be like:

1. I leave Orlando. This is the best part. Because I have no friends here, only gin & tonics.

2. I work in Hamilton, Ontario for one to two years, until I am smart about my new product line. This means that I would be able to live somewhere in Lake Ontario's elbow, maybe between Saint Catherines and Southwestern Toronto. I could ejaculate on this prospect, because I love Toronto. Although I think I like it best as a visitor, and would like to return to a just-big-town. Guelph would be killer, but it may be too far. I am getting ahead of myself. Although I have begun to listen to Glenn Gould. In anticipation. Oh, Canada. I have always felt that I have been exactly what you've been needing.

2a. Hamilton is also an easy drive to where my folks' and grandmother are, if I want to.

2b. Also, Rochester.

3. After the one or two years, if the Canadian girls will allow it, after such a tease, then I pull up my roots, and migrate to Trenton, New Jersey.

3a. South Jersey is not disgusting, because it is where Princeton tends to be. South Jersey means closer proximity to friends and sibling families. Proximity is an important thing, I think, even if it is not utilized as much as it could be.

This all depends on whether the interview goes well. But what other applicant is a proven success within the company, and willing to spend two years among the discarded old automobile tires of Hamilton, and settle down maybe eventually in the state of New Jersey??

Just me, I bet.

Perpetual change keeps me from being stolid.

Also, my new boss is a dick. This was the spark, or butt-prod, if you will, that I had been in need of.

I have never had a boss who was a dick. Out of maybe ten or twelve bosses.

I should tell you about my bosses, someday. You, meaning you.