Archive for April, 2007

Hey America…meet Canada!

April 28, 2007

America is vaguely aware of the vast land mass directly to the north of the good old US of A. They know that the good hockey players come from there and Canadians use the word “aboot”. The country as a whole, however, is unaware that Canadians build up credit the exact same way that Americans do and that it’s even the same company that keeps track of your credit score. Somehow this information has yet to cross the border. Also, it seems that there’s a rumour going around the States that our drivers licences are not a valid form of ID. The fact that America is misinformed about how business is done north of the border is giving me a bit of a headache.

Banking in general down here has turned out to be a royal pain in the ass. On top of the fact that I have no credit history in the US (which makes it virtually impossible to get a credit card and a monthly cell phone package) Wells Fargo decided that it would be really funny if they picked a random Friday to automatically close my accounts. So much fun! Turns out that the banker that entered my SSN into the system entered it in the wrong spot and overwrote my passport info. This left me with only one form of valid ID attached to my account and according to the US patriot act, that makes me a terrorist trying to launder money, so my accounts were closed. No warning phone call or email, just a polite message at the ATM saying that my accounts could not be accessed and could I please call this number. Bastards.

I managed to get everything sorted out and open a new account and while waiting for my cheque card to arrive in the mail I actually walked into the bank in person to withdraw money. Believe it or not, growing up in the era of the ATM, I don’t think I’ve ever done this before in my life. I handed her my Ontario drivers licence and after looking at it for a while, she asks what state is is.

“Uh, that’d be Canada, also known as the 51st state.”

“Hahahahahaha. We can’t actually accept this as a valid form of ID.”

So basically they can take my money, but won’t give it back to me. Peachy. Turns out the second banker didn’t even order the cheque card. I’m going to have to learn to stop distracting them with the witty banter.

Oh and one last thing. You have to take a driving test to swap your Ontario drivers licence for a California one. It’s probably because we drive on the other side of the road in Canada. Just like England.

Guess who’s going to Coachella!

April 27, 2007

Give up? Ok, it’s me!!! Randomness has taken ahold of my life and refuses to let go. Last weekend I went out on Santa Monica with some friends and met some more new friends, who happened to have a friend with a Coachella ticket she couldn’t use… Ahhhhhh, I love that every day seems to be some new adventure.

Update

April 22, 2007

I’ve been getting some flack about not posting in a while, so here goes…

I love California. Basically, I’ve been having so much fun that it’s hard to find one thing that I want to write about. I went out with a bunch of friends in Santa Monica last night and had the greatest time. It’s funny how people just seem to come together out here. There was a pretty large group of people that I went out with, maybe around 15 in total and most of them are from anywhere but the Los Angeles area. Which is great for making jokes about the stereotypes of different places, the Canadian jabs are a little too easy, because everyone seems to have a blast dishing those out.

I took the metro and the bus from Pasadena to Santa Monica last night, which seems so simple and not very long when they serve up the route to you on the internet, but after spending an OVER AN HOUR on the bus from union station to Santa Monica I was swearing up and down that I am going to buy a car, like, yesterday. I promise, I’ll never do it again.

The Indie Yuppie

April 4, 2007

While other people have insisted that I fall into the category, I’ve always resisted the “yuppie” label because it conjures up the image of a guy named Todd with slicked hair, who works in one of the shiny buildings in the finanial district, drives a BMW 3 series and ties a sweater around his shoulders (thanks to Rohan for explaining what a 3 series is). Yuppie, ick.

Meet the indie yuppie. First introduced to me by Matt Dickinson, who is a perfect example, if you know him (though not for long, he’ll be throwing on a suit soon for the new job), the indie yuppie is the new breed of the young urban professional. Not as easy to spot because if they take off the designer sunglasses and iPod for a minute, they sometimes can resemble any other artist, student or vagrant, with their vintage t-shirt, messenger bag and converse sneakers. Though I vaguely identified with this group while I was in Toronto, it’s quite blatant that after moving to Los Angeles I’ve become the female version of the indie yuppie. Working for a music startup company really didn’t help matters either. Suits are almost unheard of, my music collection consists of almost all indie bands, I don’t leave the house without my iPod and I’ve been buying actual t-shirts and wearing them out in daylight. Some of the worst habits I’ve picked up since moving are the Starbucks addiction, weekly manicures and excessive clothes shopping. Sometimes I feel like I should put my foot down and say “This is enough. Indie or not, this yuppie business has to stop”. But, really…I’m just having too much fun.