During my tenure at St. Joseph, there was a period where I was between positions. They needed somewhere to put me so I went to Goodman & Carr, a big downtown Toronto law firm. There was an empty office there and that is where they stuck me for a few months. I was doing all sorts of graphic jobs and could do them from there. 24th floor office looking north across Toronto. Good times. St. Joseph ran the copy and mail room. I didn’t have much to do with that end of it, but I did help out whenever they got swamped. Interesting environment to get to experience for a while. G&C eventually went under. Wrote this about the people there.
James is a shameless, unrepentant flirt
who adores all females
likes them more than any rich dessert
with his wit he regales
from even the crustiest a smile he can coax
manages to make them laugh with his jokes
he likes the latinas and the caucasians
but his favourite are the hot asians
Mr. Rice is definitely a faithful believer
in the awesome power of the yellow fever
Matt is a bookish music nerd
who loves the written word
his articulate insights
shows he’s quite bright
refers to himself in the third person
regards fundamentalists as vermin
an avid consumer of many a movie
and music that’s not that groovy
sadly he isn’t blessed with the gift of funk
preferring instead the Edge’s new punk
oh sorry, is that new rock
ah whatever, it’s all schlock
he’d be living the life of reilly
if he’d just learn to love Kylie
Jonathan will only consume chicken, pork and cheese
probably has something to do with being Portuguese
if the dish doesn’t contain meat
it’s just not something he’ll eat
despite his fancy ride he never gets very far
poor guy’s always getting pulled over by a cop
giving him a hard time about his souped up car
“you’re just picking on me cause I’m a pork chop”
Paul can definitely sing
does a very passable Sting
a passionate music lover
capable of many a cover
if they played somewhere other than no man’s land
I’d actually be able to go see his Police tribute band
Howard’s radio dial is stuck on Q107
if he could he’d turn the volume to 11
on his lunch hour he watches Dr. Phil
give glib advice to the mentally ill
Selome calls just about everyone “Jiggy”
a flood of faxes makes her just a bit wiggy
as Sylvain diligently copies legal briefs
he’s asked if he was with the Maple Leafs
AnnMarie can’t bear to hear anyone swear
say something off colour
and expect to pay a dollar
Darron is a chortling joker
who enjoys a game of poker
and gets razzed about his fanny pack
Mike calls the UPS guy Brokeback
through his mail run he’ll fly
but doing so makes him sigh
Emelin returned from a trip to the Phillipines
to find she was missing a few fax machines
poor Claudia had to suffer and swelter
at a Grand & Toy hotter than a smelter
Eric’s bike is beat up and a bit rusty
and his messenger bag is a bit musty
delivering packages around the core
deftly swerving around a taxi cab door
after avoiding grisly death by car
he relaxes by playing his guitar
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