So I have the flu. I think. But I was sore from laying in bed for the past 2 days pretty much so here’s my awesome(?) day.
I had to go to the walk-in to renew a prescription, and talk to the doctor to make sure I didn’t have strep throat or something worse than just the flu. I got there at around 11. There was 7 or 8 people in the waiting room. Not too long, right?
“It will be over an hour wait, you might want to check in and then come back in an hour.”
…ugh. Not wanting to waste 6 dollars on the TTC and go home and come back, I decided to sit outside in the hallway of Greenwin Square “Mall”. I used to live at Bloor and Sherbourne, it’s not THAT bad, but today, it was very bad.
I sat out there for about half an hour, then decided to go back in. A middle Eastern man was sitting next to me with his hella cute baby daughter. I thought nothing of this, until LOUD ASS PHONE RINGING OUT OF NOWHERE. Rather than step outside of the waiting room, dude sits there for like 20 minutes having an obnoxiously loud conversation with someone that I obviously couldn’t understand…the receptionists are staring at him, while I’m staring at this sign that is DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF HIM:
I know in hospitals cell phones used to be, and kind of still are, a no-no because of concerns about them affecting the electronic equipment (even though it’s pretty much just an overreaction in this day and age for the most part), but in small clinics, it’s asked that you turn off your phone, or at least put the ringer on vibrate and GO INTO THE DAMN HALLWAY so you don’t annoy the staff and the sick people who obviously don’t give a fuck about your conversation. My friend Aaron called me shortly after I took that photo, and what did I do? I left the waiting room, because nobody in there gives a a fuck, nor cares to hear, about my conversation! After I finished my call, I went back inside. Dude is still on the phone. So I bail and go sit back on the benches in the hallway.
I look at the time – I’ve been there for about an hour by now. Ugh. I put on my iPod, and…HARK! A SCREAMING CHILD HAS JUST ENTERED THE BUILDING!
Fuck my life. iPod is made louder. Screaming child remains for 15 minutes or so.
I don’t see phone dude anymore, so I go and sit back in the waiting room. It’s pretty full by now, assumingly from people who made their appointment earlier like I did and have returned. So I’m sitting in there, iPod on again, eyes closed…and I keep hearing this woman talking to my left. I figure she’s having a conversation, so whatever. Finally I look over, and…oh, hooray, she’s talking to herself. Whole time. Add that, to the fact that she has about a billion bug bites (oh god I hope they were bug bites) all over her arms and she’s scratching that shit like there’s no tomorrow…now she has started wandering into the back, and back again over to the receptionists, asking why they’re taking so long, and it never takes more than 5 seconds to see a patient, and SCRATCH SCRATCH and *randomly starts singing along to a Michael Jackson song playing on the overhead radio thing* and more talking and scratching…this little old lady and I were sitting across from eachother and exchanged “oh god I KNOW but what can you do” smiles…finally my name got called, I got my scrip, had to wait around another 20 minutes for THAT to get filled, then home I went.
Yes, it look about 3-4 hours to do all this…I tweeted the highlights mostly:
Throughout my ordeal, I tried my best to keep up to date with everything happening downtown for the ever-so-loved G20 Summit. I have yet to hear of anything positive happening in the city. I’m pretty sure this photo taken by torontocitylife sums it up:
See the rest of their photos here. I’ve also been following Torontoist and their daily play-by-play of the events as they occur. You should check it out, definitely worth the read. Between that, and the stories pouring out of Twitter and Facebook, it’s astonishing what can happen to a city in just a day. :/
Thankfully, despite everything going on downtown, my neighbourhood as been relatively unaffected by the summit. (Cop-free patios, you guys.) Save for two police officers at St. George station, it seemed like any other normal day, albeit slightly heavier subway volume on the Bloor line. So after hearing about all the crap downtown, and how much it’s stressing everyone, I was more than relieved to come back home after my annoyance-filled afternoon to walk by my park, where BEST THING EVER they turned on the water fountain. They didn’t do it last year for whatever reason, and I was genuinely bothered all summer but it. But this year, it’s back, and is due for several days of me sitting by it and loving the heck out of it.
I seriously love water fountains. I don’t know what it is…I can stare at them for hours, I want a little one in my apartment so bad.
Anywho…that was my day. It’s 4am, I’ve slept for most of the day and night…I think I’ll start on that “Laura’s all over the internet” post I keep saying I’ll write.
I also found out this afternoon that my favourite jeans have a quarter-sized hole in the crotch. :( Boooooooo.
