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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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Now, for the next month and hopefully not too much longer, the Balfour Bus.
The schedule - frequently disrupted, and so weekends - more or less - will be spent crashing on the couch in the restaurant.
But there's still the getting to & from the weekend in the restaurant, and as I don't care to hitchhike this will involve the bus. This bus, depending when you take it, can be an interesting bus. Today, the 2:45 back from Balfour to Nelson, 3 people, me and 2 women - 1 girl, one a rather ravaged and older cougar with lipstick on her teeth. The cougar is talking to the driver, a driver's quit, no notice, just walked off the bus...
...and cougar is wondering if it was the driver that dropped her off the other day, yesterday, her cat, I mean, it was in a carrier, but it got upset and had an accident....smelled the bus right up, wasn't her fault, couldn't help it, but he just stormed off the bus afterwards...
and they talk back and forth for a bit and it turns out it wasn't the same driver, not the one that quit, and then the conversation turns to the tweakers at the BBI...
...which has long been famous for providing minimal shelter to tweakers in return for their government cheques, and I'd been behind one, 9:30 this morning, in the bakery, buying up all the chocolate treats, clearly jonesing for a dose....
...back to the cat...
He's very loud (the driver) about talking about what an asshole that driver-quitter was. A lousy driver too...I'm at the very back of the bus, and I can hear everything.
We acquire more passengers, now - another reformed junkie, in his 30's I'm guessing, Cougar is unpacking and repacking her purse, taking everything out of it, then putting it back in, giving pep-talks to the reformed junkie, telling him he'll feel better soon, can't expect to be good after all he's done to himself...
I've talked with him, about him before, the other day he'd been in the library, in the aisles, talking loudly to himself, "Firing them all!! I'M FIRING THEM ALL!!!", I have no clue as to who was so deserving of his wrath, indeed I didn't picture him an employer, but....
Now more passengers, someone sits up next to the driver - and together, talking about that asshole who just up and quit 10 minutes before his shift...
You can tune your mind between every conversation on this bus, everyone knows everyone, and everyone talks loud enough that everyone can here, it's never a conversation with one person, it's with the entire bus...rural BC performance art...