Got der jorb!

So I'm a Kat now. A Kat who is, evidently, Fat. A Fatkat, if you will. I know I haven't posted in a while but that's because the life of a veggie slinger is not as glamorous or sexy as you all may have thought. As of right now, I have three consecutive shifts left, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. Then, two days to get all my junk organized and embark on a magical journey of temporary housing courtesy of Ger, and eventually an even magicaller journey of sedentary living in Newcastle, effectively putting a stopper on nearly a decade of my rich, noble nomadic history and legacy. We can only hope that I will not forget to use every part of this proverbial buffalo, even the weird fiddly bit that just gets hung out on the clothesline and dried out into jerky.

Also, I hate to disappoint my many socialist and communist friends, but evidently I am comfortable with capitalism. Comfortable at least, in the respect of appreciating that I have the opportunity here to actually justify some of my hobby spendings instead of having to steal sticker cards for Extreme Pita from my friends and co-workers. Maybe one day I'll look down from this tower of money and think "if I jumped off, I might just land on someone soft and idealistic." Then I will chuckle and hug my dollar-sign burlap sacks all the closer, whispering that I will never leave them again, baby."

Ahem.

So. I have packing to do. Essentially everything I own must be ready to go by Saturday morning. I'll be taking but a fraction up with me, namely clothes, a few tech goodies, some music and some books. The rest will be on its way once a house is claimed and my ponderous mountain of personal swag can cease huddling together in one room like a dusty gelatin mould, and flop outwards in a cascade of action figures, Toronto Maple Leafs apparel and various shapes of dice.

Only one person in the world is more excited than I am right now, and that is the version of me that yearns to realise its potential and finally exist.