The real reason I am changing jobs...

is that the commute by subway is disgusting. The Toronto Transit Commission tries so very hard, where it can, to provide a suitably smelly and crowded ride in: a mandate in which it consistantly excels. Today I was smacked in the face by some ladies purse. Smacked, I say. And the darling woman looks down on me (business attire, reading Atwood) and looks dismayed that my dirty face had purposely hit her (imitation...I got a really good look) Prada bag.

I still have seam marks on my forehead.