Smells

Some people smell. Some, like my sweet baboo, smell nice, even after a long day at work. Some people, like all 3 of the gentlemen who sat in front of me on the bus today smell really really bad. Really bad. The first time was my fault, I wasnt looking where I was sitting. So, I sat, and after about 30 seconds, the scent of stale urine, cigarettes and booze wafted over me. I tried not to breathe too deeply, and turned my face away. Thankfully, that fellow got off the bus after about 5 blocks. The next one smelled of booze, fresh booze, and oddly enough, pencil shavings. Not that bad, some might say, but when he lifted his arm to ring the bell at his stop....I nearly cried. The third, and thankfully final fellow smelled similar to the first, but with something else mixed in there. I think it was poo. I am actually quite certain that it was poo. I was so very happy when we got to my stop, and I had been sufficiently reminded of why I do not take the bus anymore.

Unfortunately, I may end up taking the bus more often come September. I have applied, and been accepted to a Nursing Attendant program. The program lasts 17 weeks, three full time days a week. I'm quite excited about it, as the starting pay is much much more than I could ever hope to make working where I was before. The only stumbling block is finances, and the woman who accepted my application is fairly certain that EI will pay for it, along with giving me a healthy monthly allowance to cover bills and daycare. Wow. I am trying not to get my hopes up, but it's pretty hard, this is something that I really want to do, and all of a sudden, it is attainable.