She's possessed of a certain Union Mentality, the new waitress. She tells me the minimum wage is going up. It doesn't matter, not to us, our income is tips, our wage is salary. And we can't argue that we're even close to minimum wage, we're not, minimum wage in the service industry would be the death of a lot of restaurants and small business. Maybe let the wait staff keep the tips and keep their minimum wage low...

She's new, and a bit nervous, breaking things, we gently tell her that we buy the glasses...a leftover from the days of G*** who in his nervousness would get drunk and then start breaking things, ..."That's illegal", she tells us, maybe so, but maybe be a little more careful...

Deliveries come, food, produce, liquor and wine. "I'm not going to put my back out to lift anything..."  she tells us, then busies herself behind the bar polishing the same glasses she polished the day before. We're slow enough they haven't been used or washed. 

She's one of those people who knows all of her rights, but none of her duties or responsibilities.

I met enough of these people in construction, the union guys who would do no more than they had to, would threaten to tell the union, the labour board, workman's comp, never the most popular guys, you'd never hire one but they would never show their flag until after they got the job. She's looking like one of those. She's found the wrong job, odd she hasn't sensed it, the owner's contempt is transparent, it doesn't matter, if she's not smart enough to figure it out she'll know when we bring in her replacement...

Not even 24 hours into the vacation and I start getting texts. From the Nephew, the Owner has just left for Italy (with his Canadian Girlfriend, no doubt doing for Canada's reputation in Italy what he's done for Italy in Canada...returning the favor you might say) - and no sooner did he get on the plane than his daughter showed up, found the key to the liquor room (hidden, especially from her...) and began to have a party. Oh yeah, and what a party it was...her daughter is 15 (same as mine. You'll see the reference in the texts...)

The owner will return to a fine situation I'm sure...

In the mood for a burrito and so I head down to my favorite fast food franchise...

The employee/burrito assembler, I know him, recognize him from the Gay Bar, we've chatted, he's flaming but nice...

It's a quiet night and so he's a little more engaging than usual. It's his second last night, he's taking a month off, renewing his work permit, he tells me he's Indian (East, obviously), he's surprised I didn't guess, (flaming has it's own accent that obliterates all others), I didn't, courtesy really, didn't want to speculate and as I was ordering a burrito I was kinda hoping he was Mexican...

"I haven't seen you forever...last time you were with that cute man..."

"My Son" I say...

"Really? Is he single?..."

"He is, but you know, I think he's straight..." I say the last apologetically, like I raised him wrong and have to live out a lifetime of disappointment, a lot of people think "straight" means "homophobic" but that isn't the case with us, still,...

He continues..."I thought he was your lover. Well. You know, I've slept with 23 Men and 19 of them said they were straight....I'm pretty sure I could convert him..." This is followed with an invitation to go on a date, how will we keep in touch, and I'm thinking we're keeping in touch just fine and if he's not here then I'll run into him at McDonalds or Wendy's or wherever, or not at all, and I profess to being a Luddite, no phone, email, facebook, and he kinda gets the hint, I'm saved by the arrival of other customers, and I'm thinking that maybe I've gotten a little too liberal...

"You know, I had to pay an extra 9% taxes...say I made $500 K last year...that's an extra $50 K in taxes...on top of what the company paid!!!"

He's not very good at math, and he's soliciting sympathy from the wrong guy. I get it, the NDP are evil, the Alberta Advantage is no longer, but I'm hard pressed to guess how the Conservatives would have handled it differently. And he's complaining to me, more than a full order of magnitude difference in our incomes, his 50K$ extra taxes, that's my entire years earnings, I get it, it's a lot, but that's a bit like me complaining to the homeless guy under the bridge that I can only afford 2 bottles of Vodka tonight, not 3...

When the days of Anarchy come, we will run them to the ground with hounds...