Back.

I'm back in London now, after Christmas at home in Calgary. Christmas? Wasn't that a month ago? Yeah, well it took a a month of wrangling with paperwork, beauracracy and stupidity, for me to get my work permit. And then I needed to go to Ottawa to get my work permit visa -- yeah, they don't make it easy, do they? (Don't even ask me who "they" is/are, as I don't know.)

I'm exhausted from wandering Ottawa (pics to come) for two days straight (and walking in slushy snow is hard on the legs... or hard on my useless, atrophied legs, anyway); and from flying so far; and from jetlaggyness; and from waking up at 6am here-time, which is 11pm Calgary-time. Amazingly, I wasn't a total retard at work today, just a partial one.

Anyway. I've noticed this blog o' mine is improperly titled, given I'm no longer a student. While "A Canadian Worker in London" has a pleasingly communist feel to it, I think we can do better. And by "we," I mean "you."

So, give me some ideas. Winner gets um, a prize. Yeah, that's right. A surprise prize...