Friday, November 25, 2016

J'ai un Seamus dans mon texte.

Comme Seamus McFly.

Et ça m'amuse démesurément.

C'est peut-être juste parce que Bout d'Chou a dormi toute la nuit sans interruption et que j'ai de ce fait plus d'énergie que j'en n'ai eue depuis un bon mois.

Thursday, November 24, 2016


She's been everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own

She's right up there on the closet shelf and we all pretend we don't see her - but she might have been 4 today, and everything would be different.

Tears turn to steel
And the wound never heals
In the darkness of November

Mon milieu de travail est, linguistiquement, vraiment bien, parce que, à l'étage où je travaille ne se trouvent que des gens qui passent leurs journées à préparer des textes bilingues de grande qualité qui concordent exactement entre eux. Ça signifie que tout le monde est bilingue (et solidement bilingue, du moins, pour la très grande majorité) et que tout le monde a une grande sensibilité et un grand respect pour l'"autre" langue.

Ce que ça fait, surtout, c'est que quand un francophone et un anglophone se croisent et entament une conversation plus ou moins simultanément, ils se lancent à peu près tout le temps dans la langue de l'autre. C'est super mignon, je vous dis.

Par exemple, ce matin, j'ai croisé dans le corridor une collègue anglophone qui arrivait tout juste au bureau; je lui ai dis "Good morning" alors qu'elle me lançait un "Allo!".

Et lundi, mon collègue qui attendait que j'émerge des escaliers en me tenant la porte m'a expliqué "Je prends les escaliers habituellement moi aussi" alors que je lui disais en riant "Thank you, that's hilarious!"

J'en conclus que si tout le monde au Canada était bilingue, ce serait fini, les deux solitudes.

Tuesday, November 22, 2016


Because my baby has stopped sleeping altogether, and because apparently sometimes being a gentleman is a point in itself -

As I walked into my work building lobby this morning and showed my access pass to the commissionaire, I saw from the corner of my eye that somebody was being nice enough to hold the elevator door for me. I work on the 3d floor, and we have dated, squeaky elevators, so I always take the stairs, no matter how out of shape or heavily pregnant I get - so I made a general gesture to that person to let them know I wasn't taking the elevator. As I looked up I realized that the person holding the door was a colleague from another team, who also works on the 3d floor.

As I walked up the stairs, I wondered if there was any chance I would get there before he would (because I have this unhealthy sense of competition within me), and I heard the elevator ding to a stop nearby. So when I emerged from the stairwell, in between the elevators, I took a look at my left to see whether my colleague was just coming out of the elevator - obviously, he wasn't. I was just being silly to think I could walk up two floors faster than an elevator. Then I turned to my right to head for the door to my floor - and saw my colleague standing there, holding the door for me with a smile.

It's probably just the lack of sleep but.I.died.