Alright. So at 10:50pm after having run over a wild rabbit to get a set of keys to a not-so-close friend 40 minutes away because a closer friend of mine is further away and stuck in whatever god-forsaken-town that he happens to be stuck in, I hear over the radio “TTC is on strike! TTC is on strike!”
As many people in the city, I’m probably wondering “What the fuck?! Didn’t they avert this last week?!” and apperently not. Our promise of having 48 hours notice of a strike has since gone out the window. Since we were promised 48 hours notice the first time around, meaning talks needed to have finished Thursday night if there was to be a strike Monday.
Instead, we find out that talks end Friday night, for a Saturday morning strike.
I was extremely happy I owned and drove a car.
As I always am.
Because I was thinking of all the party-goers that are currently in downtown Toronto, the club district or other bars and pubs and house parties that are normal for a warm Friday night, thinking “How many of these bar owners heard the news, and are going to let their patrons know they will be out a designated driver for the ride home if they should stay past midnight?” At the same time thinking “What right-minded bar owner is going to drive away his bread and butter 2 hours earlier than normal because likely many of them will leave in order to catch a ride home?”
Alas, I say what I always say. Unions generally suck. They have way too much power. I think all the striking TTC employees should be fired and hire new people to replace them that won’t bother us so much.
Threats of a strike every two years is just stupidity. You are the life-blood of Toronto. Without you obviously the city stops. When we had the big-ass power blackout three years ago, you bitched and moaned about not having power, that you weren’t deemed an emergency service. And without you the city stops dead in their tracks.
Yes, well emergency services are not allowed to strike.
You should not be allowed to strike.
TTC, fuck off.
After downing the disgusting substance, I also had the unfortunate experience of having it come out both ends.
At the same time.
2. I killed something tonight on an emergency run of epic proportions.
3. It is exceedingly difficult to throw up out of a moving vehicle while you are driving it.
My boss is going on about how I need to be more comfortable talking to customers over the phone rather than only dealing through fax & e-mail. (Somehow she thinks I have all the time in the world. Even after I told her I've not clocked out to eat my lunch in months and never leave on time)
So to get going with being more comfortable, one guy who's always flirted with me called that afternoon and asked me if I was interested in an Australian Kiss or at least knew what that was. I'd never heard the term before but I figured it was something “down under” (although I personally thought it was kissing the other end) and in return I asked him if it was anything like a White Dragon
I never thought it possible to hear a man blush over the phone.
And my co-worker is disgusted in my topic of conversation. With my reply to her being “What? This is what I am comfortable talking about over the phone!” Ha!
