All posts filed under: Life Lessons

Passing on Some Advice

Hey everyone! Most of you who follow this blog are people who know me personally. But a few of you don’t. So let me recap. When I was twelve years old, I was adopted and moved to Canada. To say coming to this country was a culture shock – well, that would be the understatement of a lifetime. In Jamaica, the only cultures I was used to were Jamaicans (Blacks), Chinese Jamaicans (Chinese) and a few Russians (when I said a few I meant like 2). On television, I’d watch programs like Rags to Riches starring Josephe Bologna and Tisha Campbell – Side note, for all you young’uns who think GLEE was the first television musical for kids of the age, think again. Don’t believe me? Click here.  It was a thing, trust me – There should be eps on youtube Gawd I just aged myself. Anyway, watching these programs and from meeting a few people who came to visit our high school, I knew there were other people in the world. But when I …

Allergies and asshole food servers

Sorry for the horrible language in the title, but I am going to be as REAL as humanly possible with this post. A few days ago I was reading this post where someone who used to work for a popular fast food chain said when skinny girls come in and order a salad with diet coke, they give them regular coke instead. This person thought this was funny and people everywhere was laughing at it and sharing it – that was how it came across my feed. There are so many things wrong with this. Forget the fact that the person is PAYING for their salad and diet coke. That’s the least of the issues with this. Let me break it down from my personal issues. I am allergic to caffeine. Yes, I am aware that my birth nation produces some of the best coffee in the world and I am QUITE aware of the irony in all of this. If I consume a large dose of the thing I can go blind. Trust me, it …

Suicide

Hi everyone, For those of you who are personal involved with me, you know I am a big supporter of helping those who suffer from a mental illness or contemplating suicide that sort of thing. I read this article where it seems the newest trend among teenager is suicide by cop. Now, for those who have no idea what that mean, let me try and explain it as best I can. Suicide by cop is when someone points a gun at a police officer, ignore all warnings to drop the weapon and the cops are then forced to shoot the person.  So far, there have been two cases that I’ve read about–one in San Diego and one in L.A. Both these teenagers left suicide notes. Now, I hear people asking “why did they have to kill the kid?” “Couldn’t they shoot the kid in the leg or the arm?” ” Can’t the cops tell a fake fun from a real one?” These are all valid questions. I don’t know the answers to two of these …

Surviving the TTC – Because blood pressure meds are expensive

When I was in high school, the Toronto Transit Commission had these ads with a TTC bus or streetcar or train parked in someone’s driveway. You couldn’t swing a dead cat without hitting one of these ads—hell they were even on the side of the TTC buses. It was their way of telling people to take the TTC and leave their cars at home. Now, I get what they were trying to do—boost ridership and get back some of the riders they lost and gained some new one. I get it. I understand PR because I studied the subject. But let me tell you, the few dollars you will save is not worth it. And think you will get to your destination on time taking the TTC? Think again. You might as well take the 401 and get stuck in traffic. Let’s begin. Timing, they say is everything. So let’s say you want to get to the Eaton Center. From Scarborough—let’s say the Guild, it should take roughly an hour. You did your due diligence …

Thomas Gibson fired from Criminal Minds – World’s smallest Violin

I guess I don’t pay much attention to my favorite shows during their off seasons—because I only watch a selected few episodes on repeat. Like Day of Honour Star Trek Voyager—that episode I could watch over and over and over and—well you get the picture. So yesterday when I was clicking through some stuff and found an article about Thomas Gibson getting suspended over an altercation, I was stunned. Then as I read further, I realized he’d gotten into an altercation with someone he worked with. Now, I am still not clear if it was with another producer on the show or a writer because each article had the person position as something else but it doesn’t matter. Then, next thing I know, I log into facebook and along the side of the front page it reported that he was fired for the altercation and that they would be figuring out a way to write him out of the show. Now as a fellow writer who can hold a grudge—I’m thinking serial killer bait. But, …

What doesn’t Kill Me…

Years ago when Toronto started it’s Summerlicious and Winterlicious festivities, I’ve wanted to attend. But working where I was, I didn’t have much time to do any of these things. So, this year, for the first time since they began, I vowed to go to Summerlicious. Though I invited people, I made up my mind to go with or without them, since lately, I’ve taken to doing things on my own–more out of proving to myself that I can go and have fun alone. Anyway, the restaurant I chose has some amazing views of the city–Toula. It’s on the 38th floor of the Westin Hotel downtown Toronto. I asked a bunch of ma peeps, booked the reservation WAY ahead of time and the wait began. Great. Attaining my Summerlicious dream is about to come to fruition–one problem though–I’m afraid of heights. I have no idea where that fear came from. When I was a kid I would climb trees and shimmy to the limb over the river then jump. I used to live on a …

Let’s Talk Sexual Assault…

Hey guys, Okay, pardon me while I climb onto of a soap box. Okay, so usually, I speak out about a lot of things. Things that bother me. Things I’m working on. Being an Ally. Things I hear people say—all that good stuff. Today I want to draw to your attention the topic of Sexual Harrassment/Sexual Assault. Yes, I know most people don’t talk about it and that is a part of the problem. It’s a topic we whisper about in the dark yet when we turn the light on there’s this massive purple elephant in the middle of the room. Lately, it seem society keeps telling us that sexual harassment or assault isn’t a problem, that it’s one of those lesser crimes that merits a slap on the wrist. Why do I say that? Well, Jian Ghomeshi, The Stanford Case, a Dutch woman in the Middle East who was sentenced to prison for having sex outside of the marriage after she reported being raped–yes, you aren’t seeing things, trust me it was in the news.  …

#IStandWithOrlando

It seems lately, I’m posting these “Istandwith” hastags more and more. But before I go into what I want to say, let me preface by saying this. During this post when I say Americans, I’m not talking about all Americans, just the selected few who doesn’t seem to have the good sense God gave them. I am not an advocate. I don’t go out and protest or chain myself to trees or walk around naked with “still not asking for it” written across my breasts. I am a human being who believe hating someone else because of their sexuality, race, creed, gender -is just plain wrong. You don’t have to be an advocate to speak about injustice and stupidity. Before the Orlando shooting, an armed gunman walked up to Voice contestant Christina Grimmie and opened fire. She’s 22 years old and dead. Before the world could come to turns with that, a day later, another mass shooting happened. This time the death toll was more significant and even more heart-wrenching. This time, a gunman walked into …

When is it no longer about stalking and more about you being a hermit?

A few days ago, someone told me that I was a bad friend because I never contact them. And this got me thinking. First, I believe the wrong you do to people will come back to you. So I try my best to be the kind of friend to others, I would like them to be to me. When I heard this I had to pump my breaks for a second and really ponder this. A bunch of things sprang into my mind. When I had the other job, I had no time for anything or anyone. After a few years of dealing with people who had no manners, respect or anything else, I developed this dislike for people.  I was bitter all the time and I was constantly wearing my headphones because I just didn’t want to have to deal with people around me. After about a year of missing out on things like friend’s bday parties, or outings, trips, things like that because I never knew when I would be getting time off …

Dear Smokers…

Okay, it’s a free society we live in. And if you want to slowly kill yourself, that is your choice. But here’s the issue I have. I now work downtown and I do a lot of walking around down there. It seems everyone in the core smokes. I’m not exaggerating at all. You’ll be walking behind a crowd of people and a good eighty percent of them are puffing away, blowing smoke back into your face as you try desperately to not choke on the stench. First Canadian Place is a beautiful building. It’s the gateway to quite a few places that I frequent. My issue is, at the entrance at 280 Queen Street, people seem to use it as a butt stop. They hang out at the metal posts and smoke like it’s going out of fashion and if you wish to enter through that entrance, you are coughing and panting just to get a few steps toward the revolving doors. It’s so bad that on an off chance there is no one there …