I Really Hate Unions
Union-Busting:
Fuck the TTC.....sons of bitches go and abuse their power and PRIVILEGE (its not a right) of being unionized by having a surprise strike on a Monday morning that cost a lot of professionals who are a lot better than they are (yes, I'm being elitist....do you have a problem with that? Or are you just too stupid to understand the difference between a lawyer and a garbage picker?). They should've been arrested right there in the street for disrupting the peace, because goddamn they created a lot of chaos yesterday. It took me and Bubs 3 hours to get home from Missassauga yesterday. I'd be very happy to vote for a Premier who went out of their way to bust the TTC union for that stunt.....leave the other unions in the province alone, but let the shitheads at the TTC serve as a warning to all those who fuck around. However, as Wes and I were discussing last night, the people of Toronto have short memories, and no one will remember it in a week.
Mississauga:
Bubs and myself were on the road at the crack of 7AM yesterday to get to the 'Sauga for his apprenticeship job interview with this swiss freight forwarding company. Seems pretty cool. So we get there at 9:45 and just chilled for a bit, then he goes in for the interview at 10:20 (its at 11) and I've psyched him up adequately for it, given him some tips, like just think about how you're going to respond to a question for a second or two before you start blathering on in a stuttering and slurred mess. So he says he's going to only be about a half hour to 45 minutes...cool beans. So I took the keys and went for a bit of a walk. Went to a soup and sandwich place, had a bite there, then went into the Highland Farms across the street. Now, I wasn't aware of this, but THIS PLACE IS FUCKING HUGE!!! Even for a grocery store, its disgustingly big! To the point where people were having to cup their hands as they shouted instructions to their significant other. I almost got lost in there at one point. It was scary....but it was air conditioned. So I rocked out there for a little bit, then came back to the car at 11:20, because I was still really hungry and wanted to get a proper lunch. Long story short, he comes out at 12:30.....and I'm STARVING! So Bubs paid for lunch, then we go back and meet up with his boy, Gage. This guy turns out to be really cool. He just came back from Europe the other day, and brought Bubs a "Czech Me Out" tee, and a cheap little pipe from Amsterdam. He was positively giddy. So we drove around for a while and after hitting about 8 Rabba's, and 0 LC's, Beer Stores, or Pubs, we drove about 10kms down to Lakeshore, finally finding a pub that claims to be Irish, but doesn't vend pitchers....WHAT KIND OF FUCKING IRISH BAR DOESN'T SERVE PITCHERS?????? So I paid for a couple of rounds, as I didn't really serve any purpose other than Bubs' navigator. And then we went home.
Matters Of The Heart:
Very horribly hideously stupid idea to get my hopes up. I should really start living by the philosophy of sex, drugs and rock n roll instead of all of this bullshit with trying to restart something that was never there in the first place. Don't really feel like saying anymore about that.
Shadow-Puppet Theatre:
The DVD player was a good idea for the trip yesterday, if for only one purpose: Shadow-Puppet Theatre. Because most people never get the opportunity to see hand shadows of an illustration of two people fucking. Thats right, let me say it again......the camera filmed the shadows of a man using his hands to illustrate to people fucking. I'm going to see if I can pull that clip from the DVD and send it around...it brought Gage and Bubs and myself to tears.
On A More Random Note:
Tattoos and piercings are actually very good. They are a good indicator of who is right and who is not. Note, I said good indicator. So if I'm going to have friends jumping all over me because they have a little earring in each ear or a little thing thats smaller than my fingernail, shut up right now. And if it sounds like I'm becoming elitist.......well then you may very well be right, and all you have to do is refer back to the beginning of this blog for evidence to support that.
Fuck the TTC.....sons of bitches go and abuse their power and PRIVILEGE (its not a right) of being unionized by having a surprise strike on a Monday morning that cost a lot of professionals who are a lot better than they are (yes, I'm being elitist....do you have a problem with that? Or are you just too stupid to understand the difference between a lawyer and a garbage picker?). They should've been arrested right there in the street for disrupting the peace, because goddamn they created a lot of chaos yesterday. It took me and Bubs 3 hours to get home from Missassauga yesterday. I'd be very happy to vote for a Premier who went out of their way to bust the TTC union for that stunt.....leave the other unions in the province alone, but let the shitheads at the TTC serve as a warning to all those who fuck around. However, as Wes and I were discussing last night, the people of Toronto have short memories, and no one will remember it in a week.
Mississauga:
Bubs and myself were on the road at the crack of 7AM yesterday to get to the 'Sauga for his apprenticeship job interview with this swiss freight forwarding company. Seems pretty cool. So we get there at 9:45 and just chilled for a bit, then he goes in for the interview at 10:20 (its at 11) and I've psyched him up adequately for it, given him some tips, like just think about how you're going to respond to a question for a second or two before you start blathering on in a stuttering and slurred mess. So he says he's going to only be about a half hour to 45 minutes...cool beans. So I took the keys and went for a bit of a walk. Went to a soup and sandwich place, had a bite there, then went into the Highland Farms across the street. Now, I wasn't aware of this, but THIS PLACE IS FUCKING HUGE!!! Even for a grocery store, its disgustingly big! To the point where people were having to cup their hands as they shouted instructions to their significant other. I almost got lost in there at one point. It was scary....but it was air conditioned. So I rocked out there for a little bit, then came back to the car at 11:20, because I was still really hungry and wanted to get a proper lunch. Long story short, he comes out at 12:30.....and I'm STARVING! So Bubs paid for lunch, then we go back and meet up with his boy, Gage. This guy turns out to be really cool. He just came back from Europe the other day, and brought Bubs a "Czech Me Out" tee, and a cheap little pipe from Amsterdam. He was positively giddy. So we drove around for a while and after hitting about 8 Rabba's, and 0 LC's, Beer Stores, or Pubs, we drove about 10kms down to Lakeshore, finally finding a pub that claims to be Irish, but doesn't vend pitchers....WHAT KIND OF FUCKING IRISH BAR DOESN'T SERVE PITCHERS?????? So I paid for a couple of rounds, as I didn't really serve any purpose other than Bubs' navigator. And then we went home.
Matters Of The Heart:
Very horribly hideously stupid idea to get my hopes up. I should really start living by the philosophy of sex, drugs and rock n roll instead of all of this bullshit with trying to restart something that was never there in the first place. Don't really feel like saying anymore about that.
Shadow-Puppet Theatre:
The DVD player was a good idea for the trip yesterday, if for only one purpose: Shadow-Puppet Theatre. Because most people never get the opportunity to see hand shadows of an illustration of two people fucking. Thats right, let me say it again......the camera filmed the shadows of a man using his hands to illustrate to people fucking. I'm going to see if I can pull that clip from the DVD and send it around...it brought Gage and Bubs and myself to tears.
On A More Random Note:
Tattoos and piercings are actually very good. They are a good indicator of who is right and who is not. Note, I said good indicator. So if I'm going to have friends jumping all over me because they have a little earring in each ear or a little thing thats smaller than my fingernail, shut up right now. And if it sounds like I'm becoming elitist.......well then you may very well be right, and all you have to do is refer back to the beginning of this blog for evidence to support that.