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Busier than expected weekend here

cszego asked me to work today. I don't normally work on Thursdays anymore, but there wasn't any reason not to, and I agreed to cover the store while she and the Store's owner ferried boxes to the World Horror Convention, taking place in the heart of downtown Toronto at the Marriott wedged into a small space beside the Eaton Centre.

Real life intervened, and cszego ended up spending the early part of today on the East Coast (as in Halifax east) for very, very good reasons which could not be avoided. Which meant a change of plans -- I became the person who would ferry boxes with Ben, and unpack them at the convention. Still, good to go.

I woke up this morning to the sounds of my youngest son being ill. My father is recovering from what his doctor thinks is a borderline case of pneumonia, and I desperately did not want him to be exposed to yet another illness, but he and my mother came anyway, because they babysit when I work; obviously school was going to be a no-go. My son ran a fever all day. He was only violently ill once. =/.

And, to those of you who don't know me, I will now confess that I am what would kindly be called 'geographically challenged'. So Ben and I are in the car which was expertly packed by someone who was neither of us, and we a) miss Yonge street because we were b) talking about Final Fantasy: Advent Children. But the dealer's room doesn't open until, oh, 7:00 p.m., and it's just past 2:00, so we're good.

We find the hotel, but sadly, our first turn-off is rudely interrupted by the big "Do not enter" signs. It's a road, isn't it? (I should also add, for the sake of context, that I do not drive. As in: I don't have a driver's license. This leads to amusing misunderstandings because most of the directions I give are based on how I would get someplace -- but walking and one-way streets don't always make this easier for the poor sod who is being given said directions.)

So, we back out, and we hit Queen street, and we turn right on Bay, and we -- yes! -- easily find the hotel driveway and parking lot. Except, of course, that the loading docks and the parking lot are not the same thing. So because I am sitting under the heaviest box in the car (because really, who wants to go back to the store for a second trip that consists of -one box-?), Ben has to jump out and ask for directions. We get the directions. The road to the loading dock is, in fact, South of the hotel.

So we take the road that's South of the hotel and it leads down... into the wrong parking lot. Yes, the road that we want is actually -2 exits- South of the hotel. Luckily, there is gas in the car. At this point we have driven around the block several times, so it will come as no surprise that we finally go down the correct ramp, where we get stopped at the bottom, tell the man with the clipboard that we are here for a convention at the Marriott, and drive toward the loading docks. The loading docks for the Marriott are not actually labelled. Or if there was signage it was behind the garbage dumps and the part of a truck that didn't move the entire time we were there. This would be fine if every other loading dock was labelled. Sears was easily visible, and Canadian Tire. The Ryerson elevator had a small grey sign that you'd see on the inside of, well, a school. However... other people are also arriving, who obviously came prepared for both the drive -and- the arrival.

But we did manage to snag something that had wheels on the bottom, and we did empty the car (and Ben's back is probably not going to be speaking to him for a week). And, of course, I discovered that it was in fact that time of month -.-. No, I wasn't prepared. Why do you ask?

So now I am at home, I have put my younger son to bed. I am watching the Tylenol clock, and I am about to embark on the evenings' writing. I won't be at the convention tomorrow; I will be there all day Saturday. If for some reason you're there and you actually don't think there's any danger of a) contagion or b) me (I was perhaps slightly frazzled today), stop by and say hello.

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cathellisen
Mar. 30th, 2007 04:15 am (UTC)
This leads to amusing misunderstandings because most of the directions I give are based on how I would get someplace -- but walking and one-way streets don't always make this easier for the poor sod who is being given said directions.)

Oh this is so me. :)

Sorry your son is ill, hope he feels better, and that you have a good time on Saturday.
mvt
Mar. 30th, 2007 04:43 am (UTC)
I won't be there but hello. Alex will stop by to say hello.
I should send you some aleve.Much better for what ails you.
ciage
Mar. 30th, 2007 05:41 am (UTC)
I know nothing about the World Horror Convention, but I hope both your son and your father feel better soon. No fun being sick.
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msagara
Apr. 1st, 2007 12:47 am (UTC)
How's your dad?

Do greet your parents from me (if they remember me). I love your parents.


He's getting (slowly) better, but is now on a strong antibiotic. And yes, my mother remembers you -- she remembers all my friends, even if she met them once 10 years ago, but in your case remembers you well enough to ask about you :).
celledhor
Mar. 30th, 2007 10:33 am (UTC)
Sorry to hear about your son and your father. I hope they gets better soon. Pnuemonia, at least, isn't any fun for anyone involved. I'd say, "With any luck, the weekend will pick up," but it sounds like luck hasn't exactly been on your side. *wry grin*
magicnoire
Mar. 30th, 2007 10:51 am (UTC)
Sounds like a chaotic day to me!

Hope your son and father feel better soon.
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msagara
Apr. 1st, 2007 12:50 am (UTC)
Hey :). Fever gone in young son and hopefully my dad gets a lot of rest this weekend.

Yesterday I was in the store, and so were the 15 large boxes from Fenn (which distributes Tor & Warner, and which had all 10 New Release paperbacks for the month); leahbobet said she was happy to have been working off-site yesterday.

Today, I was at the convention, and it was fun -- Saturdays usually aren't hugely table-busy so you can chat with people. And eat too much >.>. I just got in from grocery shopping after.
desayunoencama
Mar. 30th, 2007 12:03 pm (UTC)
Hope the fmaily gets well soon and you don't get sick yourself between the stess and the germs!
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rowyn
Apr. 8th, 2007 11:37 pm (UTC)
I'm not alone!
I was 30 before I got my driver's license, and at 36 I still do not, and never have, owned a car. And I don't even live somewhere with good public transportation. :)
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