I’m dividing my attention between writing this and watching Batman: Under The Red Hood. This is my reward, because today … today I started a new job.
Yes, it is at another supermarket. Yes, it isn’t the most flashy of jobs. But it’s a job. It’s not a bad one and – apart from the French which I’m frantically scrambling to learn (!!!) – it’s a job that I’m mostly familiar with.
‘Mostly‘ because I’m now on a different continent and not everything is the same. Heck, even the traffic lights are different.
Which I discovered. To my cost. And pride. But I refuse to go over that particular story yet again.
I haven’t done much, I’m afraid. I’ve been consumed with …
- realising that my French is incredibly rusty and also: terrible
- trying to relearn and learn French
- realising that French in Québec? Yeah. It sounds different to Metropolitan French.
- immersing myself in French
- panicking some more
- Saying ‘to heck with that’
But the panic is over now (OR IS IT?!!!) and my pen shall be put to paper once more.
One short bus ride away from me (I know! I’m using public transport. My faithful Rusty is at home. In a different country. On a different continent. So.) is a glorious, glorious library.
I just feel like I should put that here.
LIFE, IN GENERAL
(I had to give up writing this post until I’d finished the Batman movie. My poor old heart-strings. *heavy sigh*)
- I still don’t have a Canadian mobile number
- it’s been unusually warm (TMI translation: I have sweated)
- there have been butterflies everywhere
- it started raining this afternoon
- I can understand … something … of the sermons on Sunday
Whilst lately, Montreal has been full of blue skies and butterflies, I can’t ignore the often ominous warnings of …
just you wait ’til winter