Pizza Night

When Jahn was going to school in Montreal and I was going to school in Ottawa, I would take the bus to Montreal every Friday and come back to Ottawa early Monday morning for class.  Jahn used to pick me up at the bus station (which was connected to a busy metro station).  Before taking the metro to Jahn's place on Friday, we would always stop and get a slice of pizza.  Really, it was impossible not to.  I usually took the bus around dinner time, so I was starving when I arrived.  One whiff of that metro pizza and I was a goner. 

And so began the tradition of Friday night pizza.  And it continues, every Friday, almost without exception.  I get excited for it every week.  All my students know about pizza night, and often on Fridays ask what we'll be ordering and whether they can join us.

So it seems fitting (or maybe ironic?) that the big changes in store for 2011 would come about on the most routine of nights: Friday.


Thing 1:


I knew that change was coming for Jahn.  For a while, he had been looking for a new challenge and wanted to add to his qualifications.  He had applied for an on-line certificate program which would start at the beginning of January.  But then, as the start date approach, it seemed to be clear that because Jahn doesn't have a B.A., he wasn't going to be able to take the course. I guess there was a reason for that, though, since very shortly thereafter Jahn learned that ATP's production manager, Lance, would be leaving his position and Jahn would have the chance to apply for the job.  It seemed like a scary but exciting challenge and, after some hesitation, Jahn decided he wanted to take it on.  On Friday, January 21, it became official that Jahn would succeed Lance as production manager of ATP.  And so we had pizza to celebrate.  Well, to celebrate and because it was a Friday, after all.


Thing 2:

But in our house, things don't seem to happen one at a time.  I had been feeling a bit off for the past week.  After pizza, Jahn said "Ok.  Just take the test.  I mean, it would be a pretty good story to find out both things the same day."  We both sat there laughing about that idea, feeling that it was too crazy, even for our life.  But I agreed.  Three minutes later, when I came back into the living room, wide-eyed, I asked Jahn "Does this look like two lines to you?"  Jahn nodded.  I had thought about this moment.  Would I cry?  Jump for joy?  But all I could say was "I need to sit down. . ."