Another weekend work binge (joy!) and another swath of stories... but Ive been awake for the better part of 30 hours, so I may be a little more brief than I would like to be...
After dealing with drunk people for a few hours, I had, more or less, been pushed to the brink of what I could handle in regards to stupidity... Drunk people are stupid, go figure, eh?
Well... thats not the problem... the problem stems from otherwise sober people (or mostly sober... I'm not here to jusdge)...
You see there are many things I would suggest doing when you start pumping gas... Scan the site looking for drunk hotties; there are usually quite a few of them on friday and saturday nights... Or you could watch the screen by the fuel pumped screen which displays advertisements of products to buy inside the store... Or you could phase out while contemplating the meaning of life and the interrelation of mind body and spirit...
One thing I would NOT recommend doing when you start pumping your gas is... wait for it, wait for it.... light a cigarette...
Needless to say I had a few choice words come out over the intercom... I wont repeat the expletives here, for I'm sure you can all imagine the words I had to say... But rest assured I ended, in a very angry tone, with the word PLEASE!
Something along the lines of "your going to kill us all, put out the cigarette, please"
(For those of you that are wondering, the places I may have sworn are indicated with the spaces)
Now... This is all fine and dandy (the guy actually gave me the finger before he put out his cigarette) but, I kid you not, less than an hour later, a person tries to pull the same shit...
I could have died...
It would have been the biggest explosion in canadian history since the 1917 halifax thingy where a bunch of people were hurt and/or killed...
I could have died twice!
Which leads me to the next topic of choice... People who buy things they shouldn't...
Well, it's not that they shouldn't, because who am I to judge a person... But none the less, I could have a lived a much more happy and meaningful life having avoided these experiences...
These stories have the potential to be a little bit riske, so if your sensitive, replace any objectionable words with puppy...
Here goes...
A man, with a long flowing unwashed white beard and all but 30 hairs gone from the top of his wrinkled comes to the counter and says in a raspy I've-been-smoking-for50-years-voice (overt your eyes):
"I need condoms, lots of condoms"
This guy would have been sensored from Kink...
*shiver*
He also bought pepperoni and smokes...
Later in the evening (thankfully God allowed me a little recovery time, unlike with the smoking) a man, with the whole Im-a-perv look comes in and buys some condoms...
Overall creepy people buy condoms quite a bit, perhaps there is a subculture I am unaware of, where women like the skinny pale skinned 40 y/o mamas boy look, but again, who am I to jusdge...
I digress...
This same man is back about 10 minutes later and asks if he can use the washroom...
On his way out, he politely comments on the fact that there is no more tp left in the washroom...
Since I was still couting on another major bar rush, I figured I would stock up on tp rather than having thirty bimbos complaining about how they had to use paper towel to wipe...
I lock down my fort, double check that there isnt someone walking to the door at that very moment and then make a break to the stock room and then to the washroom...
Thats when I find the surprise (brace yourselves people)
A spent condom is stuck to the inside rim of the toilet (and the last person to use the washroom before him was me... and trust me, I didnt put it there)...
I dont think you can understand how much, at that very moment, I was thinking "I am not getting paid enough"...
I tried flushing the toilet a couldnt of times, completely disregarding the fact that it says on condom wrappers that latex condoms are not to be flushed... I certainly wasnt about to pick it up and put it in the garbage...
I eventually resorted to coaxing it into the bowl with the toilet plunger, burying it with tp so as to provide ample weight the gurantee the disgusting lump of plastic and man-seed was whisked from my life...
Now if only I could find a large roll of metaphysical toilet paper and a large metaphysical toilet so I could get this memory out of my head...
Monday, May 30, 2005
Saturday, May 28, 2005
Punk Assed Teenagers
What is the deal with punk ass teenagers... I dont mean to go on a rant here... so I wont, but what gives them the right to make my life so difficult...
And as a side note: if you are ever caught shoplifting, and the person running the store says "fess up now and I'll let you off with a warning", he's not kidding, and he will call the cops, so fess up already...
Some people have to learn the hard way it seems (how did she think she was going to get out of the store with two bags of doritos stuffed in her purse?)
Well, we all think philosophy is just fun and games. Semiotics, deconstruction, Lacanian post-Freudian psychoanalysis, it all seems like good, clean fun. But when the heart gets involved, all our painfully acquired metaphysical insights go right out the window, and we're reduced to battling it out like rutting chimpanzees. It's not pretty. If you're in a relationship, and differences over the fundamental principles of your respective subjectivities are making things difficult, maybe it's time to move on. Find someone new, someone who will accept you and the way your laughably limited human intelligence chooses to codify and rationalize the chaos of existence. After all, in the absence of a clear, unquestionable revelation from God, that's all we're all doing anyway. So remember: take care of yourselves - and each other.
Announcer: Be sure to tune in next time, when KKK strippers battle it out with transvestite omnisexual porn stars! Tomorrow on Springer!
And as a side note: if you are ever caught shoplifting, and the person running the store says "fess up now and I'll let you off with a warning", he's not kidding, and he will call the cops, so fess up already...
Some people have to learn the hard way it seems (how did she think she was going to get out of the store with two bags of doritos stuffed in her purse?)
Well, we all think philosophy is just fun and games. Semiotics, deconstruction, Lacanian post-Freudian psychoanalysis, it all seems like good, clean fun. But when the heart gets involved, all our painfully acquired metaphysical insights go right out the window, and we're reduced to battling it out like rutting chimpanzees. It's not pretty. If you're in a relationship, and differences over the fundamental principles of your respective subjectivities are making things difficult, maybe it's time to move on. Find someone new, someone who will accept you and the way your laughably limited human intelligence chooses to codify and rationalize the chaos of existence. After all, in the absence of a clear, unquestionable revelation from God, that's all we're all doing anyway. So remember: take care of yourselves - and each other.
Announcer: Be sure to tune in next time, when KKK strippers battle it out with transvestite omnisexual porn stars! Tomorrow on Springer!
Friday, May 27, 2005
ESL
As I'm sure you know (as most of you should be frequents by now) we have prepay at night at our gas station. You pay, then pump.
This evening, I announced over the intercom that prepaying inside was necessary...
But there was a big van blocking the large window by the till, so I could not see who was comming from where...
An elderly Japanese lady came into the store, and politely says "$20"... with dollar pronounced "dough-lah" in cute little old asian lady voice.
I ask "pump 5? or pump 7?"
she nods and says "yes, yes"
I turn directly to pointing
"pump 5?" in the direction of pump five
"or pump 7?" in the direction of pump 7...
She nods and puts a $20 bill on the table...
I go for it, and put $20 onto pump 7 and tell her to pump away...
She smiles and leaves... nothing is amiss as I clear pump 7 to start pumping (please keep in mind that the van is still in the way)
the gas finishes pumping, and an elderly man walks in to inform me that he wanted to put more gas in, and that pump 7 had stopped at $20 and he was unable to get it to start again... and that the elderly lady at pump 5 was obviously having trouble getting her pump started as well...
Ahahahaha... so now I'm left with $20 of gas that is paid for and pumped by seperate people, and a person who wants more than $20 of gas, but has to pay for a transaction that, for all intents and purposes, has already been completed...
All while I have 20 people in the store, lines up with slurpees and doritos (on special for $1.78 including tax)
Joy!!!
My second story is a bit shorter...
An asian man comes in, asks to prepay for $30 gas, and pays on his credit card...
This is al fine and dandy until he goes back out to his car...
You see, rather than pumping his gas, like he should have, he realized his gas tank was on the opposing side, so he moved around to another pump...
this is very bad because:
1) pre-paying is pump specific and we are not able to switch funds from one pump to the other easily
2) transferring funds from one pump to another involves cancelling one transaction and initiating another transaction
3) Cancelling a credit card transaction requires a customer signature and deposits funds directly back onto the credit card
4) Initiating a new transaction requires the new transaction to be paid for, most likely by the same credit card used to cancel the former transaction...
Do we see the bind I was in...
And there were huge numbers of people in the store...
Oh well... who can you do... I mean what...
This evening, I announced over the intercom that prepaying inside was necessary...
But there was a big van blocking the large window by the till, so I could not see who was comming from where...
An elderly Japanese lady came into the store, and politely says "$20"... with dollar pronounced "dough-lah" in cute little old asian lady voice.
I ask "pump 5? or pump 7?"
she nods and says "yes, yes"
I turn directly to pointing
"pump 5?" in the direction of pump five
"or pump 7?" in the direction of pump 7...
She nods and puts a $20 bill on the table...
I go for it, and put $20 onto pump 7 and tell her to pump away...
She smiles and leaves... nothing is amiss as I clear pump 7 to start pumping (please keep in mind that the van is still in the way)
the gas finishes pumping, and an elderly man walks in to inform me that he wanted to put more gas in, and that pump 7 had stopped at $20 and he was unable to get it to start again... and that the elderly lady at pump 5 was obviously having trouble getting her pump started as well...
Ahahahaha... so now I'm left with $20 of gas that is paid for and pumped by seperate people, and a person who wants more than $20 of gas, but has to pay for a transaction that, for all intents and purposes, has already been completed...
All while I have 20 people in the store, lines up with slurpees and doritos (on special for $1.78 including tax)
Joy!!!
My second story is a bit shorter...
An asian man comes in, asks to prepay for $30 gas, and pays on his credit card...
This is al fine and dandy until he goes back out to his car...
You see, rather than pumping his gas, like he should have, he realized his gas tank was on the opposing side, so he moved around to another pump...
this is very bad because:
1) pre-paying is pump specific and we are not able to switch funds from one pump to the other easily
2) transferring funds from one pump to another involves cancelling one transaction and initiating another transaction
3) Cancelling a credit card transaction requires a customer signature and deposits funds directly back onto the credit card
4) Initiating a new transaction requires the new transaction to be paid for, most likely by the same credit card used to cancel the former transaction...
Do we see the bind I was in...
And there were huge numbers of people in the store...
Oh well... who can you do... I mean what...
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Hands Down, Worst Work Day Ever
So, the title is subjective... Im sure others have had worse experiences... But this takes the cake for me...
Normally I dont work mornings... Ever... And anyone who knows my sleeping habits knows why mornings dont work for me... Actually, their lucky I show up for afternoon shifts either...
But needless to say, when I arrived at work today, I wasnt bright eyed and bushy tailed...
oh no... not even close...
In fact, I probibly resembled something more akin to a rabid badger than a squirrel...
I love mornings oh so much...
I drank some coffee before I ran into my boss, in the hopes that i could convince her that at that moment in time I hated her with a most unquenchable firey hate... well... at least be convincing enough that I could get more hours... Cuz really, I'll do it all over again for the paycheck...
Back to the story... I forced myself to be perky, so as not to piss off any of the customers (morning customers are much nicer than afternoon/evening customers... so I try to be nicer to them as well), and I stuggled to keep on to the false sense of "I <3 JOB" for as long as I could...
I was victorious... my bos left to her meeting having never known my true feelings...
I was home free... or so I thought...
I was just settling into the routine of dusting and serving when my co-worker informed me that she had been asked to do drive arounds (check out competitors prices and communicate back to head office with them) and to do the banking (we buy tons of rolls of change each week in order to have suficient pennies)...
I was then left by myself for the next hour...
Now your probibly thinking... "Oh poor boy had to manage the till all by himself for an hour"... We are a very busy store in a very dense neighbourhood.. and we despense slurpees (the goo of satan)... It was a very rough hour indeed...
She brought me back luch (bless her heart) and gave me twenty minutes to scarf it down before we put the full serve open sign back out...
But of course, rush of customers, and an hour later im eating cold chalupas and watery pop =/
My boss had told me to buy extra pizza subs when the sub guy comes... I haven't worked the shift in about 9 months, so I havent seen the sub guy in as long... And that would be assuming it was the same sub guy (which it, of course, wasnt)... So the McSweeny guy comes into the store with paper and pens and says "I'm here for the delivery"...
I go into drug deal mode "you got the subs"
"none said anything about subs"
"The boss wants extra pizza subs, you got what I need?"
"yeah, i got pizza subs, you sure your looking?"
"if you got what i need, I'm buying"
Needless to say, the conversation didnt progress quite like that, but I ended up buying and extra 20 pizza subs (my boss didnt say how many more she wanted... in fact, she didnt specify how many she would normally get)...
I do my payout for the McSweeny Subs, he drops them o ff in the display case, and I continue about my businaess... Not five minutes after Mr McSweeny leaves, a guy shows up carring an armful of subs and sandwhiches... And makes mention that he brought extra pizza subs but wasnt sure how many extra to bring because my boss didnt specify how many she wanted...
Crap
So now I have 20 pieces of evidence to hide, because I bought 20 pizza subs outside of contract... not to mention that the extra subs I bought aren't the subs that are included in the sub combo, which is the reason we ended up needing more subs in the first place
crap crap crap
Did I mention that we are in a very dense neighbourhood... and also that there are three elementary schools and two high schools within walking distance of my store...
and that we are one of two stores in the area... and we are the closest...
Needless to say, when the schools ended for the day, it was standing room only and I am yelling at kids to "take off [their] godamned roller blades or their going to slip on slurpee goo and break [their] goddamned heads"...
I didnt say goddamned, but I can assure you it was implied with the sound of my voice...
The comes time for second slurpee... I kid you not, the children in my town are like hobbitzes... They need to have first slurpee luch and second slurpee lunch and third slurpee dinner...
And this time they bring their little sibling and parents with stollers, which, despite the lack of baby, must be pushed around the store and through the throngs of customers, almost expecting the aisles to part like the red sea (or reed sea if you listen to Dr Muir and Dr Nelson)...
Thats when the phone calls start...
The first one is nice enough "I had asked your boss to have my car towed because it had stalled, but she had faxed the owner information to the wrong place, and I'm not able to do something because the place where my car is doesnt have that information... can you get your boss to fax it to the right place"
I informed him that my boss was at a meeting and wouldnt be in again today, and he asked if I could do it... I said I would call my boss, see what was up and cal him back... he said "ok but just in case, im going to come out to get a copy for myself"...
I phone my boss, but she was with corporate type people. and told me she would phone back...
I go back to serving the throngs of people..
Another phone call...
"Did you sort everything out with your boss?"
"nope"
"well just get the papers, I'll take them myself"
"I need to get my boss to tell me what papers and where they are"
"okay I'll call back"
I go back to serving customers... when it dies down a bit I call my boss again... no answer...
another phone call
"I'm outside, you got the papers"
"no I havent gotten the papers, Im still waiting on my manager"
"why do you need a manager, just print it off yourself"
"I dont have access to the printer"
"theres a computer right in front of you"
"I dont even know what I would be printing off, and the computer is in the office"
"What kind of retards are they hiring these days, its not my fault your too stupid to do this just pretend that your not stupid and print it off Im in a hurry and I dont have time to wait for a fucking idiot god..."
click... i hung up and started serving the throngs of customers...
another phone call... I let my coworker answer it...
he goes on a rant, she informs him that we're really busy and that if he wants he can come wait in the store, and we'll help him in person as soon as we can...
He says something alaong the lines of her being a lying bitch (it starts with c and rhymes with unt) and that he can see the store and its not busy at all... She informs him it is, and he goes on a long rant in which she holds the phone away from her ear... god only knows what he said...
She hangs up...
It rings again and she answers "cloverdale petro can"
he hangs up...
About ten minutes later, we get a phone call... from his wife, saying that we should conduct our business better and announce what the company is when we answer the phone and that its our fault that this situation occurred and that she is not impressed and blah blah blah blah blah...
That was my day!
Normally I dont work mornings... Ever... And anyone who knows my sleeping habits knows why mornings dont work for me... Actually, their lucky I show up for afternoon shifts either...
But needless to say, when I arrived at work today, I wasnt bright eyed and bushy tailed...
oh no... not even close...
In fact, I probibly resembled something more akin to a rabid badger than a squirrel...
I love mornings oh so much...
I drank some coffee before I ran into my boss, in the hopes that i could convince her that at that moment in time I hated her with a most unquenchable firey hate... well... at least be convincing enough that I could get more hours... Cuz really, I'll do it all over again for the paycheck...
Back to the story... I forced myself to be perky, so as not to piss off any of the customers (morning customers are much nicer than afternoon/evening customers... so I try to be nicer to them as well), and I stuggled to keep on to the false sense of "I <3 JOB" for as long as I could...
I was victorious... my bos left to her meeting having never known my true feelings...
I was home free... or so I thought...
I was just settling into the routine of dusting and serving when my co-worker informed me that she had been asked to do drive arounds (check out competitors prices and communicate back to head office with them) and to do the banking (we buy tons of rolls of change each week in order to have suficient pennies)...
I was then left by myself for the next hour...
Now your probibly thinking... "Oh poor boy had to manage the till all by himself for an hour"... We are a very busy store in a very dense neighbourhood.. and we despense slurpees (the goo of satan)... It was a very rough hour indeed...
She brought me back luch (bless her heart) and gave me twenty minutes to scarf it down before we put the full serve open sign back out...
But of course, rush of customers, and an hour later im eating cold chalupas and watery pop =/
My boss had told me to buy extra pizza subs when the sub guy comes... I haven't worked the shift in about 9 months, so I havent seen the sub guy in as long... And that would be assuming it was the same sub guy (which it, of course, wasnt)... So the McSweeny guy comes into the store with paper and pens and says "I'm here for the delivery"...
I go into drug deal mode "you got the subs"
"none said anything about subs"
"The boss wants extra pizza subs, you got what I need?"
"yeah, i got pizza subs, you sure your looking?"
"if you got what i need, I'm buying"
Needless to say, the conversation didnt progress quite like that, but I ended up buying and extra 20 pizza subs (my boss didnt say how many more she wanted... in fact, she didnt specify how many she would normally get)...
I do my payout for the McSweeny Subs, he drops them o ff in the display case, and I continue about my businaess... Not five minutes after Mr McSweeny leaves, a guy shows up carring an armful of subs and sandwhiches... And makes mention that he brought extra pizza subs but wasnt sure how many extra to bring because my boss didnt specify how many she wanted...
Crap
So now I have 20 pieces of evidence to hide, because I bought 20 pizza subs outside of contract... not to mention that the extra subs I bought aren't the subs that are included in the sub combo, which is the reason we ended up needing more subs in the first place
crap crap crap
Did I mention that we are in a very dense neighbourhood... and also that there are three elementary schools and two high schools within walking distance of my store...
and that we are one of two stores in the area... and we are the closest...
Needless to say, when the schools ended for the day, it was standing room only and I am yelling at kids to "take off [their] godamned roller blades or their going to slip on slurpee goo and break [their] goddamned heads"...
I didnt say goddamned, but I can assure you it was implied with the sound of my voice...
The comes time for second slurpee... I kid you not, the children in my town are like hobbitzes... They need to have first slurpee luch and second slurpee lunch and third slurpee dinner...
And this time they bring their little sibling and parents with stollers, which, despite the lack of baby, must be pushed around the store and through the throngs of customers, almost expecting the aisles to part like the red sea (or reed sea if you listen to Dr Muir and Dr Nelson)...
Thats when the phone calls start...
The first one is nice enough "I had asked your boss to have my car towed because it had stalled, but she had faxed the owner information to the wrong place, and I'm not able to do something because the place where my car is doesnt have that information... can you get your boss to fax it to the right place"
I informed him that my boss was at a meeting and wouldnt be in again today, and he asked if I could do it... I said I would call my boss, see what was up and cal him back... he said "ok but just in case, im going to come out to get a copy for myself"...
I phone my boss, but she was with corporate type people. and told me she would phone back...
I go back to serving the throngs of people..
Another phone call...
"Did you sort everything out with your boss?"
"nope"
"well just get the papers, I'll take them myself"
"I need to get my boss to tell me what papers and where they are"
"okay I'll call back"
I go back to serving customers... when it dies down a bit I call my boss again... no answer...
another phone call
"I'm outside, you got the papers"
"no I havent gotten the papers, Im still waiting on my manager"
"why do you need a manager, just print it off yourself"
"I dont have access to the printer"
"theres a computer right in front of you"
"I dont even know what I would be printing off, and the computer is in the office"
"What kind of retards are they hiring these days, its not my fault your too stupid to do this just pretend that your not stupid and print it off Im in a hurry and I dont have time to wait for a fucking idiot god..."
click... i hung up and started serving the throngs of customers...
another phone call... I let my coworker answer it...
he goes on a rant, she informs him that we're really busy and that if he wants he can come wait in the store, and we'll help him in person as soon as we can...
He says something alaong the lines of her being a lying bitch (it starts with c and rhymes with unt) and that he can see the store and its not busy at all... She informs him it is, and he goes on a long rant in which she holds the phone away from her ear... god only knows what he said...
She hangs up...
It rings again and she answers "cloverdale petro can"
he hangs up...
About ten minutes later, we get a phone call... from his wife, saying that we should conduct our business better and announce what the company is when we answer the phone and that its our fault that this situation occurred and that she is not impressed and blah blah blah blah blah...
That was my day!
Sunday, May 22, 2005
Phone Cards
Quick addition today (sorry)
Guy walks into the store, and with the thickest punjab accent I have ever heard says:
"twenty twenty five two" (imagine this with an east indian accent, or with Quick's generic newfie east indian accent)
Needless to say, I looked at this guy with an absolute blank stare... I honestly dont think I've been more confused in my entire life...
Naturally, he figures if he says it louder, it will make more sense...
"Twenty twenty five two!!" (use the exclaimations as indication for how loud it was)
no response from me
"Twenty twenty five two!!!!!"
I cocked my head sideways slightly
"TWENTY TWENTY FIVE TWO!!!!!!!"
I figured that by now he would understand that I wasn't going to understad him... but he didn't... So I asked him to point... He points to the phone card machine and says "phone card!!!"
I clue in, slightly...
"So you would like a $5 phone card from 20/20" (and long distance phone card distributing company)
"TWO!!! TWO!!!"
so yes... he wanted two $5 20/20 cards... which I gave to him...
and then i went outside to have my first (erm... second) cigarette in the last two weeks...
Guy walks into the store, and with the thickest punjab accent I have ever heard says:
"twenty twenty five two" (imagine this with an east indian accent, or with Quick's generic newfie east indian accent)
Needless to say, I looked at this guy with an absolute blank stare... I honestly dont think I've been more confused in my entire life...
Naturally, he figures if he says it louder, it will make more sense...
"Twenty twenty five two!!" (use the exclaimations as indication for how loud it was)
no response from me
"Twenty twenty five two!!!!!"
I cocked my head sideways slightly
"TWENTY TWENTY FIVE TWO!!!!!!!"
I figured that by now he would understand that I wasn't going to understad him... but he didn't... So I asked him to point... He points to the phone card machine and says "phone card!!!"
I clue in, slightly...
"So you would like a $5 phone card from 20/20" (and long distance phone card distributing company)
"TWO!!! TWO!!!"
so yes... he wanted two $5 20/20 cards... which I gave to him...
and then i went outside to have my first (erm... second) cigarette in the last two weeks...
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Indoctrination
Well, i'm back in Surrey... even better, Im back working at Petro Can... I know some of you are salavating right now, waiting for me to start into my vast array of petro can stories, but sadly, nothing has happened as of yet... Yesterday was a really slow day... And I'm pretty sure, even if we did have any really stupid customers, I probibly wouldnt have remembered them (Starting work at 6am is not something that goes over very well with my body apparently)
I will, of course, try to humour you with a few anecdotes...
For those of you that don't know, BC just had an election... And although I would consider myself a left of centre person, i did end up voting for the bc liberal party (don't let the name fool you, the Liberal party of bc is further right than the NDP party... and actually acts a lot more like the conservative party of cananda rather than the liberal party of canada... especially in regards to speding and taxes...)
I digress...
It seems that a lot of people have forgotten the damage the NDP did the decade they were in power. They turned our economy from the historical stongest (I kid you not, BC had the strongest economy of Canada for most of the time since BC joined confederation) to one that was only moderately better than Newfoundlands. They drove countless headquaters to Calgary, and they caused BC to be in a majour recession whilst the Rest of Canada was seeing growth that hadn't been seen since the post war period of the 50's and 60's...
The liberal came into power 4 years ago, and turned a record breaking deficit into a near record breaking surplus. More jobs, more money, more developement blah blah blah... But due to the economc constraints of trying to get rid of a deficit, heathcare and education spending hasn't increased as much as many would believe it should... So the NDP ended up winning a lot more seats than they did during the last election...
but (thank god) the liberals still have the majourity, and, as this is majour news adn we tend to sell out of papers on majour news days, I was left explaining the election results to a lot of people...
Ah ha ha ha!!!
I love giving the results to people who find out the person they voted for didnt get into power... better yet, I love bragging that the person I voted for did get into power when they go on a rant about how sucky the opposition is...
Anyways...
I had an old lady tell me it was a shame I dye my hair... She gave me a disappointed look and then left the store...
I think thats all I have to add today...
I start graveyard tonight... so maybe we'll have some stories for y'all tomorrow...
Adios
I will, of course, try to humour you with a few anecdotes...
For those of you that don't know, BC just had an election... And although I would consider myself a left of centre person, i did end up voting for the bc liberal party (don't let the name fool you, the Liberal party of bc is further right than the NDP party... and actually acts a lot more like the conservative party of cananda rather than the liberal party of canada... especially in regards to speding and taxes...)
I digress...
It seems that a lot of people have forgotten the damage the NDP did the decade they were in power. They turned our economy from the historical stongest (I kid you not, BC had the strongest economy of Canada for most of the time since BC joined confederation) to one that was only moderately better than Newfoundlands. They drove countless headquaters to Calgary, and they caused BC to be in a majour recession whilst the Rest of Canada was seeing growth that hadn't been seen since the post war period of the 50's and 60's...
The liberal came into power 4 years ago, and turned a record breaking deficit into a near record breaking surplus. More jobs, more money, more developement blah blah blah... But due to the economc constraints of trying to get rid of a deficit, heathcare and education spending hasn't increased as much as many would believe it should... So the NDP ended up winning a lot more seats than they did during the last election...
but (thank god) the liberals still have the majourity, and, as this is majour news adn we tend to sell out of papers on majour news days, I was left explaining the election results to a lot of people...
Ah ha ha ha!!!
I love giving the results to people who find out the person they voted for didnt get into power... better yet, I love bragging that the person I voted for did get into power when they go on a rant about how sucky the opposition is...
Anyways...
I had an old lady tell me it was a shame I dye my hair... She gave me a disappointed look and then left the store...
I think thats all I have to add today...
I start graveyard tonight... so maybe we'll have some stories for y'all tomorrow...
Adios
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