Good things have been granted me!

Or something. I just spoke to my supervisor about my performance thus far. She says I'm "doing great" and "doing fine" and "if there were problems we're be in meetings and asking you not to continue." I told her my evaluation would be coming in soon for her to fill out and that it would probably be pass/fail. She assured me she wouldn't fail me. Then I got that pleasant sense of relief not unlike the one you get when roadrunner gets away from coyote.

In other news, this city is too bloody small. I learned that my friend's roommate is my ex-boyfriend's ex-roommate. Just when I was starting to forget the bloody little deadbeat dad-in-training, just when I was starting to wane on my fantasies of running into him and punching him three times swiftly, this girl says she saw him when she was in the park. I asked if he was asleep on a bench with a newspaper over his face. She said no. I guess his descent into despondency is not as imminent as I'd hoped.

It's a gray day here in Torontoland. What a way to start a week.