Thanks, Miller

I was going to write something about my utter disgust with Miller and how we gave in to the unions.  Then I realize other people can summarize it better than I do, so I’m just going to use their words.

The union won, hands down

Union’s victory claims not so preposterous after all

I honestly wish today that I have a government job with the City of Toronto.  They’re actually getting  raise while most of us (including yours truly) is getting a wage freeze.

I’m clearly in the wrong line of work.

Some people’s kids need to learn how to park

So I thought it’s pretty bad whenever I see someone ‘park’ their car 2 1/2 miles from the curb.  Or, more like just driving and suddenly decided to stop.  There’s no parking.

And then I see this tonight:

Yup – that’s someone ‘parking’ their car, with a wheel on the curb!  And walked away!!

Think that’s bad?  Look closely at the first pic again.  Or this:

Yup – there’s someone parked facing the wrong way!!  Right in front of the dude who can’t park with his wheels on the ground!!

I’m pretty sure that if I call parking enforcement, that’d be 2 parking tickets for the 2 of them.

Wonder what was so important in one of these houses that people can’t be bothered to park properly before running away from their cars.

Riverdance, for those of you who missed it.

If you’ve never seen the show, there’s a good recap on youtube.  Enjoy

The next time I go to work hung over…

I must be spending too much time reading the news.  While I’m at work.

Apparently Ontario is proposing new rules for ‘wind farms’, and how far away they must be from homes.  I’m guessing it’s probably a good idea.  But then there’s the bit at the end:

Critics of the turbines say people living near wind farms have complained about dizziness, headaches, loss of cognitive abilities and sleep disruptions.

“Dizziness, headaches and loss of cognitive abilites.”  So does this mean that there is now a new excuse for showing up to work hung over?  “I swear I wasn’t out partying last night!  They built a wind farm near my house!!”

Riverdance – the dance is for dancing. Really.

We managed to score some tix to Riverdance, because the production company is a client of ours.  I worked on their file the last 2 years but they didn’t come to Toronto.  This year I’m not on the file (probably a blessing) and of course they are here for a month.  Naturally I wanted to make sure I get my hands on a pair of the ducats that we scored.

I was told that the show is a smaller version of the original, which was probably true.  But I enjoyed it nonetheless.  Knowing how much work that these people put in, and to pull it off flawlessly night after night, I thought made these shows that much more enjoyable.

Evidently, not everyone agreed.  Baby Jesus didn’t know what Riverdance was about.  When he first took over the file from me, he had no idea what Riverdance was.  At all.  (Then again, he has also never heard of ‘Sara Lee’.  I swear some parents raise their kids from under a rock.)  When I explained that Riverdance is a show, his first reaction was “oh, so it’s like Mamma Mia.”  Well, it turns out someone actually went to the show last week expecting to hear ‘opera’.  He’d also take both tickets and went by himself, leaving a seat empty.  How a dude claiming to be looking for a girlfriend/wife-to-be, and not use something like a Riverdance tickets to at least get a date for a night, is a little beyond me.  Maybe some people should just hide their kids back under a rock and call it a lost cause, but I digress.

Then there’s DD and her ever “classic DD moments”.  She jumped for a chance to get a pair of tix just as much as I did (even though her part on the file was smaller.)  Took a date, went to the show – and left disappointed 2 mins into the second half.  Evidently, DD and date sat through the first half, was disappointed that all that was dancing and only dancing (good grief!), and figure that well maybe they’ll see what the second half was like.  Curtains go up, out came more dancing, so DD and date went “excuse me, excuse me” to leave.

So in the end, I got to see Riverdance and a couple sideshows.  Good night of entertainment.

Btw, this is their ‘farewell tour’ so it’ll be the last time we see them.

John Baird, my hero

Finally, someone has the balls to tell Miller to f- off.

I want to do that.  For everytime that Miller and his gang decides to tax Toronto. Property tax.  Land transfer tax.  Vehicle tax.  Garbage fees.  Plastic bags fees.  Fees fees fees.

Miller, fuck off.  And stop complaining.

“Expect the unexpected”

Alright, so is it just me, or is that the one of most annoying saying?  Fine, maybe it’s just me.

There are a lot of overused cliches.  Especially in sports.  Like someone saying it’s “one game at a time” (really, you mean playing 2 games at the same time is ever actually an option?)

But for some reason, it seems that lately everytime I turn around, someone is saying something about “expect the unexpected.”  I just logged onto to MSN, and what do I see?  A ‘friend’ with that message next to his name.  My question is this:  if you’re expecting something, how exactly is it ‘unexpected’?  Isn’t the whole idea of something being ‘unexpected’, is that you didn’t expect it to begin with?  Look it up in the dictionary!

Do these people go to the movies wanting someone to tell them before hand the surprise ending?  Hey, they want to ‘expect’ it!

If only a hooker can fix my GE fridge

(So the busiest stretch at work is finally over, which means I can go back to writing a blog that nobody reads.  Hmm.)

My GE fridge has been wonky for a while.  You’d think I would have clued in when the ice cream started getting soupy.  Anyway so I finally had the GE repair guy came over on Friday.  Now being technologically savvy, I googled this GE freezer problem thingy already before I called GE, and apparently some other people have the same problem – something about the defrosting unit not coming on.  It could be the heater, or as big as the computer part the controls the timing of the heater coming on.

Well GE dude came over on Friday morning, pull out his portable computer thingy to diagnose my freezer (it’s a Panasonic, btw; you’d think GE could make one too, but more on that later.)  Dude promptly announced it’s the heater.  Whew, not an expensive repair – or so I thought.  Well, the final bill came out to $240.  $40 was for the heater part, and the other $200 was pretty much for the 30 mins that dude a) showed up at my door ($80 service call), and b) diagnose and swap the part in 30 mins ($96 labour)  $200 for being blessed 30 mins with a GE repair guy.  At that rate, a hooker is less expensive!

Which got me wondering if that’s why the GE repair dudes are using Panasonic built diagnostic machines then a GE one.  GE breaks, and when they do it’s cheaper for them to give each other blow jobs than to fix their own diagnostic machines!

If at first you don’t succeed, try another 182 times…

This, from Yahoo news:

CIA waterboarded 9/11 mastermind 183 times

I’d make a joke, but that’s just inappropriate.  Hmm.

Why I’m a dork

On the weekend, I realize my phone was low on juice but I left my charger at work.  So I got in my car, drove over to the office, pick up my charger (chatted with a couple people too, but that’s not where this story is going), drove back home, went upstair, thinking now I can charge my phone – only to realize I had left my phone in the car.

Just now I went into the kitchen to refill my glass with water (yes I’m at work.  shhh.)  Filled water, thought to myself “hmm tea sounds nice”, made tea, came back to my desk, sat down – and realize I had left my water in the kitchen.

D’oh and D’oh.  Never let me babysit anyone’s kids.