And there we have it.
So first off, the article I was interviewed for has gone up.
No Boys Allowed! Introducing the All-Grrls Suscon
Probably about half what I had written went into the article, which, unfortunately, with editing didn’t convey what I was hoping to get across about such an event. I will post my portion of the interview in its entirety probably later tonight. But my main point with what I had written was the event had nothing to do with the male gender being males, but that a group of females wanted to get together and do their own thing. And as I’d explained time and time again the previous year when the first event was held, it’s something that men just won’t be able to understand.
Guys get together, and they do guy things. They have their bonding experiences. It’s something very few women would ever be privvy to, nor women would be welcome to such male bonding activities. Girls will do the same thing. But suddenly because some people didn’t like the idea of “No one’s stopping you from hosting your own event!” it’s been taboo when it happened last year, and is taboo again this year. We, as women, can’t win with men it seems. It’s a classic play of “What’s yours is mine, but what’s mine is MINE!”
Anyways.
Unicycling is fun. Phil is down in Mexico enjoying BMEfest and a multitude of other activites, that I no longer felt the need to be at, although slightly jealous that I was unable to attend, I made the right choice and I know this. But Phil had also planned on bringing his 29′er unicycle down to ride during his off time, in the mornings etc. Unfortunately, he miscommunicated with the airline staff, which insisted he pay a $75 service charge for boarding a unciycle, when it should have been free by saying it was “Performance Equipment” So the lonely unicycle was left to sit in the offices for me to rescue. I’ll tell ya, it’s very odd getting a phone call from a friend who you know should be in an airplane very far away from you. So Phil is unicycless in Mexico while my car is filled to the brim.
Also on Canada Day I will be attending my first ever parade with the Toronto Unicyclists Club, at the Windsor Canada Day parade. Unfortunately because my skills on a unicycle aren’t up to snuff, I will likely not be participating in the showgroup doing a routine performance with the other riders. Instead I will be a general unicyclist, and hopefully a photographer for the event.
Which brings me to the topic of work. It’s fun at times and soul-sucking at others. Overall it’s good but there’s something that makes me extremely tired at the end of every day. I don’t want my life to be like this forever, or even for the next five years. Maybe I’m just new, and this is what new people experience. But I’ve also started to get waves of paranoia. Like I’m never good enough, and that I keep forgetting things. Right at this moment, I’m wondering if I locked the front door. I have a sense of urgency to jump in the car, drive 100km (roundtrip) just to check, but I really don’t want to waste the gas or the time to do so. And I’m pretty sure I did, but I haven’t had to all week (I wasn’t the last to leave for many days now) But there’s other things as well. Things go missing, I couldn’t lock the back door because the allen key is gone. So I just deadbolted like I was supposed to. And everything that makes me worry I might not be working there soon. I need this job, or any job. And I really like working here.
I’m torn.
