Toronto “Toots”

I haven’t had much time to think about my old job lately. I think that’s a good thing, because in the end, it was a stressful and sad point in my life. However, before I go even farther Into the “new job” life, I want to give the proper spotlight to the two coworkers that never got a proper goodbye — Bri and Brett.

I didn’t see them very often because they worked from Diply’s Toronto office, but they each left their own unique impression on my heart.

Brett has the quirkiest sense of humour I’ve ever seen. Every time he posts a meme, or anything, really; I either laugh hysterically or stare in confusion, willing myself to try and understand it. He’s the only guy I’ve never minded sliding into my DM’s, because he always shared funny things based on my own humour, or praised puns and fitting phrases within my articles.

Brett is also the current holder of “the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me” title. He had the best Christmas present made for me.

I’ll let this speak for itself.

Last thought on dear Brett: I love him more than the lobster Mac and cheese I had at his welcome lunch — that’s a lot!

Now, it’s Bri’s turn.Where to start with Bri? Well… she has a laugh that could get herself immediately kicked out of a library. However, in that laugh is also a pure joy and love for life that I’m certain no one else has. When I first met Bri I could sense a quiet confidence that I still aspire to have. She has a blog presence that I could only dream of, and I’ve seen her tackle issues that are important to her with the perfect combination of ferocity and grace. I have even participated in one of her blog projects, and the experience was very refreshing.

Bri also has so much confidence in her fashion and beauty choices; it’s enviable. She’s the only person I’ve actually felt like copying a look from. I did, and I didn’t pull it off as flawlessly. I’ve never told Bri, but just knowing her has pushed me way out of my comfort zone. She is one of the reasons I pick something different from the clothing rack, and her honesty in her writing has encouraged me to express myself without fear.

I’m sorry I never got to say goodbye, but I think this covers everything.

Pushing Pause

I’ve been doing significantly better than I have in a long time. I love my job, I love my coworkers… I love mostly everything about where I am at in my right now.

However, I can’t shake the feeling of still being stuck. To be honest, I find myself wishing that I could push the pause button on CP. Don’t panic, I’m okay.

It would be nice though, if I could just go away on vacation without having to account for all the extra baggage that a disability can be. Even being able to drive by myself to visit friends would be a huge improvement. Sometimes, I feel like a lost puppy whining for them to visit me. I’d love to walk up the stairs, and bring beer and snacks to their house parties.

I’d love to do something in the spur of the moment, without having to tell different companies where I was going, when I d be back — well in advance.

I wish I could cook for myself instead of gambling on others’ cooking abilities — and ultimately ordering out at least once a month.

I’ve spent a good portion of my life waiting on others to get things accomplished. It’s very tiring. I’m waiting for a new chair, and while I wait; random pieces of my old one fall of every day. They make you wait 5 years to get a “new” one, and by the time the process is said and done, it’s actually closer to 6. I’d rather just invest in robotic legs at this point.

I wish I could be saving for a home, instead of living in housing controlled by someone else. It would be nice to not have to make monthly reports every time I make an extra penny too.

I realize that without the things I have mentioned above, life would be a lot harder. That being said, these things that are supposed to help make me more independent are incredibly flawed, and are only going to get worse, thanks to our current government.

I’m not wishing my disability away. Without it I wouldn’t be who I am. I wouldn’t know the people, or the perspective I do today. I wouldn’t have a comedy routine. Most importantly, I wouldn’t know how to fight for myself or others.

I know I’m not the only one searching for the pause button.

A New Journey

On May 1st, I finally escaped the land of the unemployed. It couldn’t have happened at a better time. I was really close to losing my mind. It’s a new adventure for me. I’m learning a lot about Social Media management. There are so many things that I didn’t know went into it, because I used to simply be on the content side of things.

I work in the Innovation Works building. I love the environment because you can work anywhere you choose. The business I work for, Mind Your Own Business, is small. So far, I like working for a small business better. I feel like the things I’m doing are actually helpful. I even work a friend from high school, Emily, who I’ve silently admired since Grade 9 vocal class. It’s a family affair, as I also work with her husband Nick. I win when I go into work every Wednesday. The day is full of new things to learn, laughs, and good food, (on Wednesdays we eat salad… and then I get dessert from the in-house cafe).

I have a woman for a boss (YAY!!!) She is incredibly nice, and supportive, and patient with my “newness” to things. It’s only been three weeks, and I already find myself wanting to be at my very best for everybody.

I haven’t seen the actual office space yet, because the building is doing elevator repairs. To be honest, the only reason I want the elevator to be fixed — to visit the DOG FLOOR. DOG. FLOOR.

I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about was life was going to be like after Diply. Now that I’m finally there, all I feel is a relief, hope, and pure excitement for everything that happens next.

My very photogenic chai latte from Edgar & Joe’s; the in-house cafe.

Without Teachers

I’ve seen a lot of people posting against the education cuts planned/made under the Ford Government. I would like to add my own voice to the mix.

As a student with a disability, I wouldn’t have succeeded without the help of educational assistants. They were my hands when mine couldn’t work. They had the challenge of putting my thoughts to paper; my thoughts often coming faster than they could write. They were the biggest advocates for my success, letting teachers know what I needed; and sometimes reminding ignorant teachers that I was more than an extra body at the back of the room (the 90s were tough times.)

Larger class sizes and cutting EA’s is educational sabotage. Teachers will not be able to effectively do their jobs. I had a few classes on Main Campus at Western, and I recall the overwhelming feeling of being “just a number.” That feeling shouldn’t occupy the minds of elementary or secondary school students. Those years are meant for figuring out what works best for you and where your passions lie; before sinking thousands of dollars into them later.

I’ve heard teachers be referred to as lazy. That is so far from the truth. My passion for writing did not come from my parents. My passion for writing came from teachers like Judy Carter, who spent several painstaking periods trying to help me grasp Shakespeare; and write a poem of my own.

My love of Media and Animation was born from Linda Harvey-Rioux teaching the basics of photoshop; and dedicating several classes to the subject of Claymation

Extracurricular activities like choir in elementary school, gave me reprieve from an unstable life at home. I learned confidence, as well as how to socialize with my peers. Making cuts will deny students a key form of expression and growth that you can’t get anywhere else.

It is so discouraging and disturbing knowing that people who evidently don’t value education — don’t even finish what they start, are left in charge of the policies.

Don’t forget to thank the teachers and EA’s in your life. You probably wouldn’t be where you are today without them.

My Grade 6 teacher, Sue Hatch, who I still see on occasion.

Yoshi’s Crafted World – An Accessibility Review

I’ve always wanted to write game reviews that included how easy or difficult it was for people with disabilities to play. Sometimes, I buy a game and I end up getting really frustrated because of the tasks and the motor skills needed to do them. Truthfully, I know that video games are not accessible for everyone. However, if you can play, I hope my review will provide some useful insights.

As a Nintendo Switch user, I personally enjoy playing in portable mode with the joy-con attached. I have played in TV mode, and I find that I have difficulty controlling buttons and screen prompts

For my first review, I decided to start my review idea off with Yoshi’s Crafted World. I was pretty stoked for this game because it’s my first serious Yoshi game. I believe I tried a Yoshi game on the Nintendo DS platform, but I had trouble getting into it, and just plain stopped

Yoshi’s Crafted World has proven to be more enticing, thankfully. The game has two modes; Mellow and Classic. I chose to start with Mellow because I don’t have previous experience with any Yoshi games.

The nice thing about Mellow mode, is that it gives more time and power to Yoshi’s flutter jump. This is great for people who have difficulty lining up and timing jumps. Another handy feature of the mode is that it alerts you when a level objective is nearby.

My Orange Yoshi with Mellow Mode wings.

If you use the Nintendo Switch in TV mode, there is also an option for 2 player co-op. This is great, because if you are struggling with a particular part of the game, you can ask a pal for help. The second player also has the bonus of infinite Yoshi eggs.

The one thing you will need in this game is patience. The objective can be difficult to achieve all at once. It’s ok to come back to a level and try again. I made the mistake of repetitive tries on the same level. I would recommend visiting another level as a break up to avoid any frustration. I’m happy to report that after coming back to them , I achieved 100% in 4 levels so far.

At the time of writing, I have defeated 1 small boss and 1 large boss with little difficulty. I will update this post when I’ve completed the game.

I’m not disappointed with my first Yoshi experience at all. I would recommend it to someone who likes a bit of a challenge and doesn’t mind looking at a game from many different angles. The levels are very crafty in design.

If you would like me to add more to my reviews, please leave a comment below

That Kevin Guy

When I first started working at Diply, I was very proud of having a few Yuk Yuks Amateur Nights under my belt. I was so confident that I was funny; I even performed my favourite bits for the DIY team on my first day. I was soon told that there was a really funny guy on the Humour team named Kevin, who I should really get to know.

Eventually, I got to work with him. He even invited me to come to a show at the Roxbury when the Yuk Yuks season died down. I remember being floored when I learned that he hosted the show. It’s been my favourite spot to perform ever since.

Why am I devoting a whole blog post to a guy named Kevin? After 9 years in the London Ontario comedy scene, he hosted his last show yesterday evening.

Kevin has given so much to the comedy comedy community. He’s one of the reasons I enjoy shows as much as I do. I’ve met great people because of coming to his shows every month that I can manage. He’s someone that I look up to. When he says he enjoyed a bit, it means more to me than even parental approval.

Kevin deserves the best in all of his future experiences and plans. I couldn’t have managed at Diply; or grown in comedy without his support and friendship. He even makes the whole unemployment thing a lot more bearable. I don’t know what I’d do without Mario Parties to look forward to.

If you don’t have a Kevin in your life, you’re missing out. I can 100% guarantee that you will never find a Kevin quite like my friend, Kevin Avram.

I Am Trying

I’ve had some good moments in the last little while. I’m back seeing an employment specialist, I’m going to a job fair this week, I have appointment #2 for a new chair, too. I remain very hopeful about these things

However, I’m struggling for a very different reason. I have helpers that come in to assist with daily living activities. Usually, I’m grateful for the assistance, because there are more good eggs than bad ones.

It’s been difficult to fully heal from my job loss because on a given day, 5 different people could ask how the job hunt is going. I’m aware that some people are genuinely concerned; but there are a good portion just looking for a hot piece of gossip.

By the 2nd week of losing my job ALL THE STAFF KNEW. I can change the topic with most of my helpers and discuss what I choose to. Some push, and attempt to rephrase the question if they don’t get the answer I can imagine they feel entitled to

Unfortunately, it hasn’t stopped at my job situation. I have people constantly asking whether I went outside today. Let me tell you, there is no winning. If the weather is nice and I stayed inside, Why? If I have to do something in bad weather, Oh, well you should know better than that. My life doesn’t stop just because I’m disabled. I find myself begging the universe for a job, just to get some sort of reprieve from helpers, and what can feel worse than FBI interrogation

Having a disability, I have no choice but to give up a large chunk of my privacy. I have accepted this. It doesn’t mean I choose to relinquish ALL of it

I’m struggling with the newer helpers because some pat me like a dog, some talk like I’m 5 (or like I’m not there at all), some have even referred to us generally as “these people.” I’m not sure if they think we’re lesser, but I have more education and life experience than a good portion of them would know what to do with. I by no means should have to mention my educational background to earn respect, or compare my education to anyone’s for any reason. I guess what I’m trying to say is that we’re all people.

If you stumble across this post and feel offended, ask yourself how you treat people. Perhaps, instead of asking whether someone went out, or about a personal aspect of life, ask how you can do better.

I would like to take the time to thank my good helpers. I’m very aware that this is a physically and mentally draining line of work. I appreciate your effort and compassion. This was not meant as an attack on helpers at all. Just as the job is a hard one, it can be hard to accept the help.