The warm glow of achievement...

... or possibly it's the warmth returning to my legs and ears.

Note to self, when you're going to be spending any longer than fifteen minutes outside on a day it's -6 degrees, wear your damn hat. And the gloves. And possibly investigate the usefulness of another layer under your jeans. Although the scarf mum knitted me? Is long enough to become quite an effective head wrap.

Any way, was out of the house by 12, having also dumped the garbage on the way. Photocopied ten copies of my resume and began the Great Bloor Street Job Search, which involved overcoming my sheer terror at the thought of going in and asking if they were hiring (thanks to PERIN and goodness knows how many failed interviews, I'm a tad phobic of the whole job searching thing these days. However, jobs shall not be handed to me, so I have to go out and get one) and managed to leave resumes at various places. I don't expect to hear from most, but I do have an interview tomorrow at one of the bakeries looking for a counter hand or dishwasher (I said both, but I know what I'd prefer!) and another coffee shop was fairly interested and will be calling.

So, places I've left stuff:

Chapters.
Flight Centre (they were recruiting, I don't expect much from this tho')
Bread & Roses (that's the interview tomorrow)
Coffeeworld (that's the keen one)
Book City
The Body Shop.

Not many, I know, but there's not a lot of hiring going on lately - I dallied too long and missed the Christmas intake. However, Bread & Roses I should be able to talk my way into. Tomorrow I do the other side of Bloor Street. ;)

I also mailed off a bunch of Christmas cards (not yours [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] since you didn't reply to my email asking for your addy!), a couple of parcels and headed down to the Health Care Card place in the hopes of them accepting the letter sent with my Social Insurance Number as proof of residence. No dice. *sighs* It's a bank statement or nothing. This kind of demoralised me, so I caught the train back to Jane (the place is about half an hour to a hour's walk from home, which I did on the way there and got plenty of winter sun and nearly froze my ears off), stopped at the falafel place for lunch (so good!), and grabbed various things from the Shopper's Mart, which is like Priceline in Australia; shampoo, conditioner, bubble bath since I miss my bubbles, and a wrist brace since the gym work is aggravating my old cycling injury.

Note to readers: In my first year of living in Melbourne, way back in 1989, I was cycling back home from university when someone ran a red light in front of me and I collided with his door. The force of impact threw me off and this being prior to karate training, I fell badly, putting out my hand to catch myself and doing something to my wrist. I couldn't use it for about a week, got it x-rayed (no break) and then one morning I woke up to find it was fine - my best guess is that I dislocated it and managed to click it back in, but there's residual tendon damage and I can't support my weight on it in the standard push up position - I spent my karate years doing push-ups on my fingers.

I took my camera with me, although I managed all of one photo. I'm wanting another snow fall before I got to High Park and take some more. Then there shall be the pictorial post of Toronto living. There's flurries expected over the next few days, so with any luck, I'll have that before the weekend.

Any way, small achievements today. I'm feeling a hell of a lot better.

Final note to self: Stop expecting too much of yourself, okay? You're allowed time to settle.