The final day!

My morning began with a 5 a.m. wake-up call, which was obviously death. However, I was a lot less delirious this morning than I was with that same alarm on Tuesday. Maybe my internal clock is changing after this recent bout of employment? Hmm.

I drove up to The Store, helped them out with another shipment from 7 a.m. to 10 a.m., and then did a ton of errands around town since I had the car. Walmart for groceries, Staples to submit a design for a MOMENTS club stamp, and then a quick stop at Casa Z. Of course, all of this occurred while I was driving around like an absolute Cruella de Vil maniac, trying to get everything done as fast as possible. Fortunately, it worked. I made it back downtown at a reasonable time.

Unfortunately, after more event work and a quick lunch at the Witch Cave, I had to lace up my Doc Martens once again and head over to the Toronto Fashion Week tent for my last shift with DigiPrint. I was supposed to work from 2 p.m. to 12 a.m., but we finished early and I was off the hook at 9:30 p.m. Thank God.

Tonight was absolute hell. It was so cold the entire night that I was physically shaking for most of my shift. On top of my hypothermia, I was obviously tired from my early morning and what was the end of a very hectic week. I just wasn’t in the mood to be designing keychains for Instagram models. I stayed pretty reserved and quiet for most of the night. I was in my head a lot.

I don’t know what came over me tonight, but I lied to my boss and co-workers about Logan. Maybe I was looking for sympathy. Or perhaps I was trying to find a way to explain my mopey attitude. I don’t know. Either way, I told them that I was “dumped” last night. It wasn’t exactly a lie, because I was essentially left out to dry when Logan didn’t call me like he said he would. But, I guess you would actually have to be “dating” someone to be “dumped” by them. Oh, well.

I was also really pissed today. Angry. Why? Because after Logan left me hanging and waiting by the phone last night, he then had the audacity to send me a message about some stupid graphic design illustration bullshit this afternoon. To make things even worse, it was about a painting we had seen at a gallery during my visit in February. I was fucking livid.

Okay. Let me get this straight, Logan. You admit to me that you’ve withdrawn. You tell me you want to talk about it. You tell me that you’re going to call. You never call. Then, you have the fucking nerve to text me? As if everything is fine and we’ve simply moved on to a new subject? No. Absolutely not. That’s not okay! I’m literally being treated like a piece of shit here, and it’s not fucking okay!

Work continued. My body was shaking. My boss, Sydney, was being an absolute fucking bitch. I know I commented on it before, but tonight was next level. This was not Sydney acting like a man, and me being sexist and misreading the situation. Sydney was just a plain old fucking bitch from hell tonight. I have never worked for someone so nasty and so rude in my entire life. One minute, Sydney would be very nice and friendly, asking me about Logan and if I was okay. Thirty seconds later, she’d snap and turn into a complete fucking witch. And that’s coming from someone who considers themselves to be a witch!

The problem with all of that bitchiness and witchiness is that I don’t respond well to it. I’ll take it for a bit. Fine. You’re the boss. I’m the employee. I get it. But, after a short while, I begin to push back with a lot of sass. You can’t treat people like that. And you can bet this bottom’s bottom that I’m not going to sit back and be treated like garbage. Especially not while I’ve got a guy doing it to me, too.

I didn’t deserve to be spoken to the way Sydney was barking at me today. Nobody deserves that. Treat people with respect, kindness, and appreciation. That’s how you get the results you want. Sydney is a horrible person. Fuck her. By the end of my shift tonight, I was so happy to be done with that garbage week. I do not foresee myself working with DigiPrint again in the future unless absolutely necessary. I don’t care about the money. It’s not worth it.

The pity party I was throwing myself all day continued even after I arrived back at the Witch Cave. I was still feeling really shitty about how Logan had been treating me. Then, I remembered that some old co-workers from the Toronto Film Group were doing a karaoke night nearby on Yonge Street. I sent Teresa Richards a message, because I knew she would be there. Sure enough, she was. In fact, Teresa called me less than a minute after I sent her my message and insisted that I join them. I could tell she had been drinking.

“Kurt, baby! I MISS you! Omigod, like, you TOTALLY need to COME HERE! Omigod! I haven’t seen you in SO long! I want you to meet my best FRIEND! You’ll LOVE her! And ANDERSON EVANS is here! You can SCHMOOZE with him and get a JOB! Omigod! Come ON! I MISS YOU!”

I wish that were an exaggeration, but it’s not. Teresa Richards is essentially a 40-year-old Valley girl socialite, and I love every goddamn minute of it. She’s a riot. Teresa had me at, “Kurt, baby!” but once she mentioned Anderson Evans, I was sold. I couldn’t say no.

Anderson Evans is one of the higher-ups at the Toronto Film Group. As such, his word means a lot to other departments – i.e., the events department. Anderson and I formed a pretty solid relationship while I was working there last year – he’s gay, so it wasn’t that hard – but it’s always good to stay fresh in someone’s mind, right? I wanted Anderson’s stamp of approval.

I moved into my kitchen, pulled my bottle of gin out of the freezer, and took four shots. I instantly felt better. That was somewhat concerning, though. I don’t want to rely on alcohol to pick me up when I’m feeling down, but tonight it certainly helped. Yikes. I listened to some Mariah Carey, changed my underwear, fixed my hair, and left the Witch Cave with a joint in my pocket.

The karaoke venue wasn’t far from my apartment. Maybe a 15-minute walk down the street. The group had a private room, and I wasted no time in making myself feel right at home. It was easy, considering Teresa bought me a fucking carafe of vodka. It was crazy. Teresa was crazy. I love that woman! She was so much fun to be around. I love that kind of free-spirited, fun-loving energy. We had such a good time together. Drinking, singing, laughing. It was great.

In typical Teresa fashion, she ended up leaving early. Teresa was pretty drunk and mad about someone or something, but I didn’t get the details. Once she left, I took a seat on the couch beside Anderson and stayed there for the rest of the night. We drunkenly covered a variety of topics for quite some time, but I made sure to sell myself in the process. A very informal interview, if you will. I think Anderson really wants me back at the Toronto Film Group, which is awesome. Fingers crossed.

By the time the karaoke reservation ended, I was pretty drunk. Overall, I’d say it was a very successful night! The only unsuccessful part was in regard to my post-singing willpower. I couldn’t walk by the local McDonald’s without getting myself a Chicken McNugget combo with an extra-large Shamrock Shake. Damn it.

I smoked half of my fat joint on the walk home. Once back at the Witch Cave, I proceeded to consume my Mickey Dee’s while watching The Nanny and laughing my ass off. That was that. I didn’t even bother to brush my teeth or wash my face afterwards. I just stripped down and collapsed on my bed.

I’m grateful for moments like tonight. Moments where I can go out with people that I hardly know – outside of a work setting, at least – and have a really good time with them. I think that type of behavior says something about my character, too. I’m good at being social. I’m able to adapt myself to different people and situations really well. I’m also quite good at “selling” myself to them. I’m the life of the party. It’s conceited to say, but it’s fucking true. I can’t wait to show people that side of me next weekend at MOMENTS.

Oh, and fuck Logan. Fuck you!

I sang “We Belong Together” at karaoke tonight.

Goodnight xo

City skyline from the Toronto Fashion Week tent. David Pecaut Square, Toronto — City skyline from the Toronto Fashion Week tent. *David Pecaut Square, Toronto*

Inside the Toronto Fashion Week tent. I’m that blonde blur in the middle of the photo, and there’s probably an Instagram influencer in the trunk of that Mercedes Benz. David Pecaut Square, Toronto — Inside the Toronto Fashion Week tent. I’m that blonde blur in the middle of the photo, and there’s probably an Instagram influencer in the trunk of that Mercedes Benz. *David Pecaut Square, Toronto*

“If we were two Lego blocks, even the Harvard University graduating class of 2010 couldn’t put us back together again.” – Mariah Carey, “Up Out My Face

Having a moment on my couch with gin and Mimi. Witch Cave, Toronto