April 2011
3 posts
Your math is stupid.
I’ve been googling how to be a decent adult, not die of scabies in Toronto, etc., and I come to learn that your rent is considered ‘affordable’ only if it takes up no more than 1/3 of your monthly income. I say: PAH! Who in the hell is paying their living expenses and then banking 66% of their income—not me or anyone I know, that’s for sure.
Right now, my rent is...
Seeking squirrels and back porches...
Well, last night I got drunk and emailed three of my best friends in Toronto, asking to impose on their hospitality at the end of the month. The plan is to go scout out apartments for June. I don’t know if Toronto is my ideal city, but I know people there and there are certainly more employment opportunities than there are here—Windsor, ON; an automotive city, across the bridge from...
It begins.
This is me. In ten days I will have finished all the requisite work to be deemed, by the University of Windsor, a master of English language and literature. Bravo, bravo, you might say…
What this really means, however, is that I emerge into the world unemployed after having spent two years with a steady job as either a teaching assistant or, in the latter year, a teacher myself, the lease...