Letters from suburbia.

Greetings from small-town USA.

Well, Canada actually. But "small-town USA" sounds so much better.
I am doing my practicum here in a town of 9, 481 people who vary from quite well-off to stinking rich. I don't think I have ever seen a homeless person here, either. The houses are too expensive. Even for homeless people.
The houses here are ginormous and totally decked out. Especially the ones around the man-made lake. I think those ones go for something in the ball-park of one million dollars. Or more. Depending.
You know a place is rich when it's so small it doesn't classify as a city, yet it has its own golf/country club.
Aside from the houses, it's not a very fancy looking town. Very simple. A rec centre, a subway, a Tim's, a Safeway, a teeny tiny strip mall and a gas station.

The paper I am working for is put together in the basement of the publisher's house. By a staff of four. Possibly more. Though not many.
I think there may be an office upstairs as there is this lady who keeps wandering downstairs to talk to people. She introduced herself to me as someone from the "upstairs office." I suppose that confirms my suspicion about another office. Upstairs.

Apparently they are segragated from us. Why? I don't know. Perhaps the "upstairs office" is riddled with rare disease. Whatever it is I have the sudden urge to wash the hand "upstairs office" lady shook. Just in case.

The publisher has given me his computer and relegated himself to working on the main floor. Where there is heat.
While we all freeze in the dungeon.

However, working at the boss's desk has been...interesting.
On my first day, I noticed something sitting in his mug of pens. Something, I amusedly thought were mini nudie calendars. But no.
I picked them up only to realize they were photo indexes. Printed by London Drugs.
Photo indexes of a very naked woman. Lots of boobie and butt shots. No vag though. Thank god. Although, there could be. I didn't exactly give them a thorough once-over. I have my limits.

Ok. That's a lie.

I just looked at them again. Writing about it made me curious. They are marked "*publisher's name* school." Maybe they are for a project. They are in black and white. Yes. They are for a class. They are not hommade porn. Not at all.

The appearance of random naked pictures reeeally makes me wonder about this fancy web cam by my computer, though.

I also noticed a camera sitting on a tripod aimed out his front window. I would almost assume he was creeping on the next door neighbors, but it's pointed toward the road. It's been sitting there a couple of days now.
I want to ask. But I may regret it.

Plus, on the way downstairs, I noticed an inflatable pig on a shelf. It was a sex pig. Trust me. I checked.

This place is so odd.