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Tomorrow
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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It's been a grueling week, most nights not escaping until after 11:00 PM.
Which wouldn't be a big deal except that I start at 10:00 AM, and factoring in the bus each way (say an hour because I don't plan for it being late) makes for a long week.
Tonight, in appreciation for my lack of complaining and hard work I was allowed to go early, but am too beat to make something of the opportunity. Come home, plan tomorrows garage sales.
A couple of appreciative emails on the Haunted Table for sale, one possibly interested (must schedule the visit in), there's the Lottomax lottery tickets (50 million jackpot, with an estimated 20 million dollar subsidiary prizes); bought too late to inspire any real hope or get the fantasy rolling, but if I can hold off on checking them for a few days I might be able to keep the dream alive....
I could catch up on my child support...
Now, finally, an almost empty inbox, a pile of work coming in (that can wait, I warned them I'm on a tight schedule!!) but no new emails tonight, merely a blended scotch, few minutes surfing the net and then bed...
Petulant, with occasional flashes of small mindedness
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We get them.
He's a regular, sort of a "Yosemite Sam" type character, wealthy, long uncombed grey hair, he's got his own private room in the back of the restaurant where he always eats. We set it up for him every day.
But some days he doesn't have a reservation and comes in to find it full.
It throws him in a rage. The thought that other people have his room, that he has to eat in the main dining room with the rest of the patrons, it's unheard of. He's curt with the staff, demanding, dismissive, not his usual patronizing self, we've given away his room, there's no placating him, the owner, he buys him drinks, pays for his dinner, and still that's not enough, he leaves without tipping or saying goodbye.
He's petulant, with occasional flashes of small mindedness.
late
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Once a week at least you'll see them, three buses in a row heading in the opposite direction. The first one is full, the next 2 are empty.
It's a bad sign.
And you wait. And you wait. You check your watch and make light conversation with the other people at the bus stop. Maybe you missed your bus, but the others, they're all regulars and if you missed the bus then they did too....
And you're still waiting.
Now you try to be understanding, there's probably extenuating circumstances at play. There could be an accident. It could be the snow, or the rain, or the fact that it's a sunny day. Maybe your watch isn't working? But other people are getting on their cell phones and calling in to work.
The bus is late.
So you wait and me, I'm bad at being late. I'm usually early. To be 5 minutes late takes an hour to recover from, 15 minutes late take a day.
You think of all the big cities you've lived in, London, Prague, the buses always ran on time. But here in Calgary bus schedules, they're only approximate, you shouldn't take them seriously, they're intended as a general guide only...
And you wonder why they need three buses running the route in the other direction when 2 of them are empty, couldn't they just turn one of them around?
All the while inside I'm screaming, I'm late...
Climbing Mt. Everest
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I'm with a large group of people and we're climbing Mt. Everest.
We're going for the top, although we won't get there today, we're on a stone track winding through the jungle, stairs up, there are many villages along the way with the Stupas and the Temples, we've reached one of the last and everyone has found a place to bunk for the night.
Dion and I, we've decided to press on, you can see the top of the mountain from here, walking through the village we run into some trouble - shots are fired, a frightened local, someone throws hundred dollar bills at us to buy our silence.
You can see the top of the mountain, almost straight up from where we are, but it's still covered in jungle, it's a false summit, when we get to the top we'll see the real summit but we want to climb to the top of the rise and see the view, where we're going, and so we keep climbing although daylight is fading fast, it's not mountain climbing so much as walking up a stone staircase in the side of the mountain, we should really break off and look for a place to sleep in the woods and I wonder that the altitude has not begun to take it's toll...
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