Saturday, October 29, 2005

NOHA is the new SOMA

I've started to incorporate Cordova Street into my new dog walk, particularly to check out the Fence Gallery. It's between Princess and Heatley, and gives one some respite from the other nastiness that abounds.

It's always inspiring to see some good street art, and that alone is probably driving up the real estate prices over there.
Not that I give a rats ass. Besides, at least one friend is moving himself and his family outta there.

Anyone lookin' to buy on Cordova?
Even scarier is this new billboard spotted on Princess!

S C A R Y!!!!!!!!

Monday, October 17, 2005

Occupational laffs

I just have to mention this great thing that happened to me at work the other day. There's this old timer Chinese man who has been hanging around the same corner for the past 4 years or so, so you could say we've become acquaintances of sorts.
I've learned just enough Chinese to make him laff and respond in Chinese, and he has learned NO English, which is ok by me.
There are plenty of other people who want to chat it up for hours.
So he's always marveling at my legs, which are always exposed, from the knee down, and quite muscular and defined due to the incredible amount of stairs that I climb every day. He's astonished at their size. Marveling even, and I laugh, 'cause WHO would make mention of something like that?Maybe they're boner inducing, like I've heard someone once say, so I start pointing at my ring, mostly for MY benefit, to have a laugh at the old codger. As if to say 'settle down old man, I'm married, can't ya see?' So this has become a semi-regular occurrence, and the other day, dude points to a telephone pole, then to my legs. All the time laughing, and smiling. I decide NOT to point at his crotch and make the pinkie gesture.
So again, I'm just laughing it off and telling stories at work and on the internet.
I've learned a few naughty words in Chinese as well, and a couple of lewd gestures that might get across my actual feelings, but hey, I don't want to be a rude, boor. Plus, he might really get off on that, so I'm gonna leave it alone.

It's just ridiculous the things that I have heard people say over the years.
Somepeople are just truly clueless, or actual sociopaths enacting all their crap of anyone who happens to be within range.

Monday, October 03, 2005

My job is weird!

Today I received a letter from my union which begins,

"Dear Sister Bourque,

I am writing with regard to the Proctor and Gamble householder mailing that the National Union accepted for delivery on September 6, 2005.

Earlier this week, large shipments of Proctor and Gamble's tampon samples arrived in stations throughout Vancouver. Naturally, these items attracted the attention of shop stewards because the mailings exceed the size limitations prescribed in the collective agreement. As a result, a number of our stewards immediately raised their objections with their supervisors. In response to those objections, management unceremoniously informed our stewards (in front of their colleagues) that the Union had agreed to accept these items for delivery."

Yes, and it goes on.Isn't that weird? It just felt a bit "Brazil" to me,
or possibly something by Kafka.
But this is my occupation at present, so I will abide, and do the happy dance every couple of weeks when the cheque comes in.