I need to turn my mind off sometimes, regan suggested listening to headphones while I travel, I think that will have to be the solution since reading makes me nausious. Yesterday I had to work (no laptop for tobie) and I was meeting some friends at Zippers for a drink. I decided to take the Eglinton bus across to Younge and down to college. I noted it would be 20 mins till the bus came so I ran to the next stop, not because I thought I would miss the bus just cause. When I got to the next major lights I still have 13 mins so I ran again untill I got to Jane. At jane I had 6 mins left, I contemplated continueing to run, but now it was getting close and I really didn't want to miss the bus cuz I was running to the next stop. At Jane my mind started to wonder, I had an an interesting day at work. I met my enemy for the summer, this blond americian women who is proud to be racist. If I was working for the city or anywhere else I would have warned her and then kicked her out for the things she was saying. Since this is a condo pool and she is paying fees I don't have that same power. Plus I don't have the city policy or other workers to back me up. This in the downfall of the job, I'm on my own to deal with any thing that happens and I don't nessissarily have support for my actions. I will have to feal out this job and see where the politics lie. All the things I wanted to say ran through my head, and I decided that if I ever see her outside the building, I will tell her its a shame that she has children since it is people like her that are perpetuating racism in our society. At the end of her very long racist rant, which started off critizing overweight flight attendents moved on to segregation, affirmative action, and the oversexing of black males. The comments I did make made her stop and say "yeah but you just don't understand". anyways at the end of her rant she said "oh no your boyfriend isn't black is he" I had to bit my tongue from saying no my girlfriend is and said "I don't have a boyfriend" I hate that I closeted myself, I could have said I don't date boys or something but really this women was horrible and I had a feeling she might try to get rid of me if she knew I was queer. Plus my break was about to start and I wasn't going to waste it listening to her bigitry.

A few hours later the security gaurd came down to chat, he seemed friendly he was new to the country and seemed eager to make friends. He said a few things that we creepy but I'm going to assume it was a language barrier. For example as I was leaving he showed me the screen with all the security camera images and said this is where I watch you all day. Creepy if it came from someone one english is their first language but possibly a mistake (sal could tell me what he should have said and why he made the mistake) anyways after that he was pressuring me to call him and questioning where I was going . . . I just said I will see you on my next shift, he looked disappointed when he muttered that wouldn't be untill the weekend. Did I mention that this was the first time I ever met this guy. I'm going to think this overbearing conversation was only his way of try to be friends and he will back down . . .but I am keeping my eyes out for him.

I started to think as I was standing at Jane and Eglington the irony of how rich people call poor people lazy. As I was standing at the corner surrounded by nothing but huge roads and parks I say people walking from their apartment builidngs to the bus stop and waiting way to long for the bus to come or walking from the bus loaded up with bags of grocceries. I was thinking how could you say that anyone of these people was lazy when they have incredualbly long journeys just to get grocceries to feed there families. Rich people can have thier delivered to them, or not have to walk more then the moment to get to their SUV from their garage and the store parking lot. It take much more phycisal and emotion strength and energy to take an elevator to the ground floor of your building, walk from it through desilate fields to the bus wait 10-20 mins take a crowded bus to the closest groccer shop and do the same thing all the way home this time carrying heavy bags . . . then it would to drive casually in comfort in your airconditioned car. This is just one of many examples where the rich people have money to allow them to be lazy and the poor people don't have that priviledge yet are lable to be the lazy ones.

My eyes caught a glimps of a carlsberg ad, you know the ones that have a time line and say things like birth, highschool football, your carlsberg years then retirement . . . this one I only two of the words afro and then your carlsberg years. I looked around and noticed we were at Weston road. I wonder if all the guys on the streets related to that ad. I'm sure some rich white guy in a suit thought he was brillant to come up with a way to continue this theme of ads in an african canadian neighbourhood. He was probably thinking wow an untapped market, I'm sure we can get this guys to drink our beer if we direct our ads to there culture. I'm just waiting for the ad on church street that says: played with dolls, came out, carlsberg years, bitter drag queen . . .come on calrsberg you can't let a untapped market like that go untouched . . . these people want to spend there money on alcohol why not make it yours . . .