Mystery Roommate

So far, my time in my new city has been awesome. First, they threw an Olympics for me. And then, last night, we did a long-table roast beef dinner thing at the Irish Heather Pub, and the cheesecake was incredible. As was the company – lots of funny, good beer, and great people (and I even met a fellow Drupal developer. Vancouver, I love you.)

Also, I have a Mystery Roommate!

I moved into my new room on the weekend. I had been staying at Kimli and Ed’s place for the past week, because they are awesome and have a very sweet condo with diet coke and hilariousness, along with many cats. It was very nice, and they totally rock, as we all know. Alas, it was a two-bus, hour-plus-long commute to work every morning, meaning I had to get up at 6:00 a.m. every day. I didn’t even know there was such a thing as 6:00 a.m. before last week. I’m not a fan. I mean, it’s interesting – there’s a sort of camaraderie amongst people sleepily taking early busses, I’ve found, made up of tremulous smiles and shared pain – but not something I’d like to get used to.

Luckily, the guy who was renting the room I was getting for March 1st left early, something to do with standby flights and Air Canada sucking a lot (and THEY DO), so I got to move in early. I hauled all my crap out of my car on Saturday (wow, I have a lot of crap. I don’t know how it all fit in there in the first place), and then moved myself in on Sunday. The room is fairly nice – a bit dark, and a bit expensive, but it’s got laundry and a nice shower and a full kitchen. Its main strength, though, is that it is a 10 minute bus ride from my office. Sleeping in until 7:00am this morning? Priceless.

It’s not all hugs and sleeping puppies, though. I do have a roommate. A MYSTERY ROOMMATE. He was away when I took the room, but now he’s back, and then he’s going away again. At least, I think he’s back – the light was on in his room last night, and again this morning, but when I turned on my microwave to heat up my oatmeal he slipped out the back door. I actually maybe caught a glimpse of a pant leg, maybe. A MYSTERY PANTLEG. I hope he’s nice, but barring nice, nonexistent is OK too.

In other news, this is my official second week of work. So I guess I should go do that, then.