Naval Holiday

Wanting to write just comes and goes for me. I haven't posted much for about I guess 18 months.

It's not that things stopped pissing me off - being French-Irish I wake up pissed off, just that nothing new has really pissed me off, or in a new way that I wanted to write about.

The criticisms I have of Harper were there before he was even elected and he is still him. At this point it's like making Lincoln top hat jokes. (K what WAS up with those hats? I think that's when we started to poke holes in the ozone layer). Ditto Bush and they have fallen.

The major change is having a job where I am not only allowed to think, but expected to do so. So in most of my previous jobs I had to put my brain on stand-by at work, and to paraphrase the brat pack, "do my thinkin' in the evenin' time". Now, I have to power on and go through the boot process to go "live" at 2:30PM when my shift begins.

And since I talk on the phone to anyone in the world who can speak English, life is laaaak a baaaaauxxx of choclaaaaaaatttts. I have no idea what is coming up next.

For instance:

A caller was in London but he was an Italian fellow who bought his stereo equipment in Milan. European electricity and stuff works differently from North America.

a French guy from Paris was living in Hong Kong.

A very sweet 85 year old woman was in England. And she said that when it comes to technology her knowledge was like "that of the apes". I burst out laughing.

Oh, oh and the American customers. Apparently my vowels, especially my "o"s give me away.

"Where are you", one guy said.

I replied:"Just outside of Toronto".

"Canada? Jeez, what are you French or something?"

Well... actually...hee hee....

I did inherit the wine and cheese gene for sure!

Viva La Canada Libre!

TF