Yes, it's summertime in Toronto, and that means...contract renegotiations. The municipal workers walked out on the weekend, knocking out everything from daycares and summer camps to garbage collection, and the employees of the LCBO (our province's liquor monopoly) are deciding tonight whether to follow suit. I don't know either dispute well enough to pick a side, but it's certainly going to be an interesting summer while those battles rage on. The LCBO across the hall from my till was an utter madhouse today, with flocks of thirsty citizens as well as cart-filling maniacs who I can only hope were bartenders stocking up (how's that for brutal? The LCBO's monopoly is apparently such that even the barkeeps have to go through the government warehouses for imports). Rotting garbage, bored children, and prohibition: possibly a perfect storm.
Summer life trundles along as usual. I read, I rock, I try my best to avoid the latest wave of bookstore office politics. There were hints of summer romance for a while there, but that flamed out spectacularly at a Kensington hipster party that also somehow happened to include no less than three people I knew from Guelph. Ah well.
Next step: computer shopping. My venerable laptop is slowly going terminal (pun intended!), and I'm ridiculously stoked at the idea of a computer on which I can actually record music.
