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wMy Adventures in ... |
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This blog started when I came to Ukraine to do an internship in September 2002. It is a collection of notes on the time I spend in Ukraine. Now, after I have left Kyiv, I am writing stories of my other adventures.
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wMonday, June 23, 2003 |
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On being back to Toronto.
Ten Things. Number Two: the Length of Holidays.
Coming back to Toronto in seriously depressing. Most of my friends could not find jobs in Toronto and have moved back to there home countries or at least went there for extended vacation. Other friends had babies, bought houses and moved to suburbs. First Friday in Toronto I spent sitting at home trying to figure out what to do. After spending two years in France, England and Ukraine being double and triple booked every Friday, getting used to going out every night and coming home no earlier than 11 p.m. on a regular basis, it is very hard coming back to Toronto only to realize that there is no company to hangout with. Coming back to Toronto from Ukraine and suddenly realizing that you can’t afford many things you used to take for granted there. Taking a taxi every time you felt like is out of question. Wondering into ‘that new bar down the street for a cocktail’ is also quite expensive.
Can’t say anything about work. We all got collectively sworn to secrecy the first week of being here. It is all right and I am getting paid. But I can’t take any time off till Xmas, and even than I am getting only 8 (eight!!!) days. The answer to my old question, why normal Americans don’t travel – they work. How can you travel when you only get 10 days off a year???!!! Why can’t we have 30 – 45 days like Europeans do? And then we all out here get all surprised why Germans and French are the most traveled nations? Well, we could travel too if we get there vacations. In any case, with two, hopefully, weddings coming up next year – I can’t even take a day off to go to Ottawa or NY for weekend. No matter how much I like this job; I don’t know how long I can handle not being able to do anything I like outside of it. Being at work 8 to 6 every day leaves very little time for personal life.
So, on this rather depressed note, I am leaving work to do laundry and cook. Welcome to Toronto: city of homeless, fat squirrels, and overworked stressed people.
posted by
Lidia at 3:06 PM
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