Yesterday, writing, catching up on a lot of sidetracked projects. When the librarian begins to speak, loudly, to customers, on the phone...
At the library...
And I want to tell her "Shhhh", I'm in flow, things are getting done and she's ruining it...
She's the librarian. I can't. And so I abandon projects.
And today, now, again, at the library, writing up the events of earlier in the day, and there's another wing nut yelling and threatening a bylaw officer for impounding her dog, a Salmo crackhead, loudly, showing how focused and in control she is, telling the bylaw officer the law (she knows, she's from Salmo), how he's breaking the law, and - yet again I'm dying to yell "Shhhhh" but it's become very apparent that there are no more Sacred Places...
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I get a call from Fed-Ex, Filipino, thick, almost unintelligible accent. I have a parcel, but duties must be paid first.
Damn E-Bay, but the item wasn't available in North America so you do what you gotta do...
Anyways, she wants payment of duties before delivery. Fair enough. And I'm trying to give her details, my CC, and she's trying to take the payment but it's just not working...
...not working at all...
If I wasn't expecting the call I'd be damned sure this was a scam.
And I'm wondering why you'd make someone who can't speak English or work your payment software a CSR but that's the way of the world nowadays, just plain broken.
There's a party of foreign voices in the background, and I swear there's not a word of English...
She's confirming the spelling of my name... using her own version of the Nato Alphabet... "B as in Bad...O as in Oily...Y as in Yanghze..." and I'm just shaking my head...
20 minutes of this nonsense, no payment taken, and so she promises to send me a link where I can sort it out myself. It's in no ways intuitive, her name, Mexican, not Filipino, still, 0 English skills and while it's no small miracle it arrived it does make me loathe to use Fed-Ex.
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...and, now that there's the possibility that Ken will be coming back I can't wait to pitch to him my idea of an "Escape Room" based around the premise of a first date with Ken.
Actually, it's not a date, you've asked him for a ride to .... wherever ... and you have to disabuse him of the notion that this is a romantic getaway, dissuade him from getting the wrong notion, dodge his flirting attempts and swoop-ins for kisses, you lose if he bursts into tears....if you tell him you're a lesbian he doubles his efforts...
Anyways, it's just a rough idea so far, but I'll hammer it out with Ken when I have him trapped again in the Kitchen...
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I've no good reason to be here, or bad one for that matter, merely stopping in to see how the other half lives. And in front of a BDSM rope exhibit there are two 80 year old German grannies talking about so & so's rope technique, Old Hans Tiedherupman or some-such, WTF, overhearing, I have no good reason to be here but now I can't tear myself away...
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