I got in to London, Ontario late Sunday night with nary a hitch in the travel. I created my own hitches when some foolish person allowed me to drive in Canada.
I get flustered when I'm in a new situation, and I simply lose my reasoning faculties. When I picked up my rental car in the lot, I stood in front of the space marked with the correct number and pushed the unlock button on the key over and over - looking for a car's lights to turn on. I couldn't figure out why nothing was happening. Then I guy passed me and said, "I think your car is right there," and pointed to a car two spaces down whose lights were flashing. (Talk about tunnel vision.)
Then I drove off in my Mitsubishi and noticed the engine was making suspicious noises. I drove several blocks before realizing I was in the wrong gear. (Fancy Mitsubishi gear shifter!) I've done this roughly five times since I've been here now.
Then I spent some time circling the airport, as I somehow couldn't figure out how to leave an airport that is only the size of a Walmart.
Then at a stoplight, a man honked at me and politely informed me that my lights were off and I'd nearly caused a crash. He asked me if I was lost, which doesn't speak well of my driving. (But he was incredibly nice because, you know, he's Canadian.)
Then I spent 35 minutes driving to my coworker's home that should have only taken 15 minutes thanks to my impeccable sense of direction.
So this is just to say that I lose all ability to reason when I travel. Normally, I'm a competent, capable being. But put me in a place as exotic as Ontario, and I suddenly turn into a 9-year-old with a license.
Personal blunders aside, I've had a great trip so far. I had a nice dinner with my boss and his wife on Sunday. On Monday, I went to meetings, then to the company Christmas party where I ate cheesecake and listened to a song about Tim Hortons that was the Canadian equivalent of this song. Then my crazy coworkers kept me up drinking chocolate milk at the bar until midnight.
Today, my team went out to breakfast at a place that specializes in ridiculous fruit creations, and I got this:
At the door, instead of a bowl of mints, they had pieces of maple fudge. Brilliant!
Next, we drove to a maple farm where I bought treats.
Now I'm just enjoying meetings and getting to know my teammates.
And because no post would be complete without a picture of Allie, here is a totally unrelated photo from Thanksgiving.She looks just like her Grandma Van here.
Newsflash: Just minutes after I posted this, I left Compassion. There are two sets of double doors to leave the building. When I got to the second set of doors, they were locked. I turned around to go back inside, but found the doors behind me locked. So I was locked in the entry way with no escape. I tried turning the lock to no avail. Soon someone passed by, and I knocked on the doors, hoping they'd find me and rescue me. Luckily, it was someone I knew. But she didn't have a key to get back into the building and couldn't help me. She went to all the garden level windows and started knocking to get someone's attention, though most people had already left. Finally someone saw her and came to the front doors to my rescue. It was my boss' boss' boss. He opened the door and told me I could have just unlocked the front doors. I told him it didn't work. He tried it and it unlocked immediately. Yep. I'm pretty awesome.