The Living Centrifuge

The service industry in Vancouver is uniformly abysmal.

As far as I know, the package that my roommate from Toronto mailed nearly two business weeks ago (with the understanding that it would arrive this past Monday) is just sitting in a postal depot in Richmond. I guess they're too busy eating lotuses to get to it.

Still no land line.

No ability to keep my phone number if I should decide to change my phone plan.

And my phone has decided that thirty seconds is the longest phone conversation I need to have, and as usual, the "customer service" folks at Rogers are indifferent.

Who knows when the new computer is going to arrive. It's supposed to be here at the latest on Thursday next. I'll expect it some time in mid-February.

These are the things that would dissuade me from living in this city long-term. If I'm not dancing or doing something else active, I'm perpetually frustrated by its lack of infrastructural organisation.

On the other hand, I had an interview at Restoration Hardware today, and I'm crossing my fingers about getting it. I should know by Monday, the woman said (does that mean mid-February again?). I'm not terribly excited about being in retail, but the prospect of an extra $400-500 per month is very delicious. I'm going to do some math tonight, and maybe see if I can put all of that toward my student loan. Ah! It would cut years off my payment plan to be able to do that. Whee! We'll see how frugal I can be.