Meanwhile, life moves on, Batsh*t has disappeared for a bit (after leaving me a quarter bag of coffee, a can of chicken bouillon and an Xmas Card...cryptic, "Wispa: 10 ... 10 ... 10 ...", his gift needs to be packed up, and the lack of tips means I'm using up years, decades old Amazon gift cards...
Closer to home there's my daughter:
Search:"Gifts for 16 Year Old Girls"...
Results: Bullshit.
I mean, really, WTF? A shitty made-in-China-mostly-lead bracelet? Fucking hell!!! Or the EverKid Bangles Bracelets Elegant Fashion Jewelry Multicolored Enamel Bangle?? An all-pink Sweet 16 Journal?
I mean...Has no-one on the marketing team had a reasonably intelligent 16 year old to contend with? WTF? This is bullshit...
You know, This shit just isn't going to fly. And the snow is on the ground and I won't be finding anything great soon...Time to go looking for some alternate inspirations...
Bloody Hell.
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...which apparently aren't supposed to be put in your ears anymore, my whole entire life they were the product you needed when you wanted to clean your ears, now - for reasons unbeknownst to me they won't do, put nothing in your ears, not even your pinkie...so what the fuck are you supposed to do with Q-Tips?
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This is the police, the new wave of empowered crime.
A bodycam video of a police officer planting drugs while 2 other cops watch, then returning seconds later to "find" them. Police are investigating...
It would seem that both he and his colleagues are guilty not only of planting evidence but of possession, conspiracy, and a myriad of other charges. Somehow the "Police are investigating" statement does not suggest that anything will happen.
And, the murder of Justine Ruszczyk, who called 911 to report a sexual assault happening in the alley near her house, and was shot by police responding through the door of their car, bodycams conveniently turned off. This is murder, plain and simple - the requirement for policing demands that bodycams are turned on - but too frequently the police ignore the rule and then mysteriously bad things happen. Hope for no real truth or reconciliation on this one, either, although they'll have to spend a little more defending their decision as she wasn't black.
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July 1st, or June 30th, depending on where you slice it, business takes off. An overnight 50%, 100%, 200%, 300% increase in business. With minimal front end staff.
It's every waiter's nightmare.
People wander in, having boated over from Proctor, Harrop, up from Nelson, docked at the dock, climbed the patio stairs, seat themselves at the only dirty table on the patio (doesn't matter how many clean tables there are, the dirty table always has that allure), wait for service...you don't know they're new, think they're an old table waiting out the ferry, until they complain loudly about the service...
There's the split bills, everyone here splits the bill, even couples - couples?!! really?!! and you want to say WTF, but you don't, split the bill, allow each of them to pay, but you're looking at the woman, "Really? Really? And he's gonna get lucky tonight?..."
There's the families, double families, never all sitting together, never all sat at the same time, impossible to get an order from. Or when you do get an order, party of 6, 2 coffee's, a tea, 6 waters, a child's fries, bill under $20, and you're running full tilt...
The phone, constantly ringing, to-go orders, do you deliver?, do you have free wifi?, do you have power (??!! When the power goes out, they check the local pub...), do you have .. can I please speak to...?, do you have rooms for rent?, when does the next ferry leave...?
People wandering in to use the washrooms (despite signs clearly posted - everywhere - "NO PUBLIC WASHROOM"), to charge their phones and demand that we have chargers, to use the free wifi, to ask we refill their water-bottles, to drop off their garbage, to admire the art, the view, to watch wildlife from the patio overlooking the lake, ...
This is, without a doubt, every waiter's nightmare. But I've been to the Happy Hour, the fine hotel, they're nowhere near as busy as this, 6 waiters to 6 tables and the dirty tables, they're all still dirty an hour later, nobody's running there, they won't seat them or clean them, and I'm thinking - job-wise, that as much as I might hate this that I got lucky, this might just be the best gig for a couple of hundred miles...
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