After a busy morning, I took the afternoon off from work today. Why? Because I’ve accumulated so much banked time that I’m about to go over the 40 hour limit this Sunday. So, after our usual lunch at the Chef with the boys (WINGIES!!), I went to the post office to get Rock Band.
That’s right, I got Rock Band!! It actually arrived yesterday, but I wasn’t home yesterday when they delivered it, and Eugene didn’t tell me that I had a pick-up card, otherwise I could’ve picked it up yesterday. However, I don’t think it would have mattered since I wouldn’t have been able to play it last night anyway.
So, while I grabbed Rock Band, the post office found two more parcels (for Eugene), and I had to pay for one of them – $31.25. Eugene is notorious for either not paying me back in a timely manner or not paying me back at all. So, anyway, I had to drive around to the back of Canada Post to get all the parcels (since the only public parking available is across the street at Canadian Tire). When I got home, it took me about an hour to unpack everything, set up the drums, and plug everything in. I played until I had to go to the restaurant. I missed having time-off – I almost forgot what it felt like.
The restaurant was not that busy tonight, which is very unusual for a Friday. However, several of the minor and residential streets were very bumpy after that huge snowstorm we had last week, followed by a sudden drop in temperature to below 40 degrees Celsius, which hardened all the snow-filled streets with tire tracks from having been driven over many times. As a result, the driving experience for a couple days was very similar to off-road driving. However, I’m taking baby steps with my Matrix because I don’t want to replace the suspension this spring, warranty or not. Having no car is shitty, and I don’t even know when my Altima is coming back.
Unfortunately, I had a delivery to the north industrial area, and they gave us a rough approximation of the street address (as in, it’s on this street, but I don’t know the street number). I drove around in circles (slowly, because of the bumpiness) for almost half an hour because I couldn’t find the damn place. There were a lot of unmarked buildings, and I even got out and checked each door to see if they were open (the customer said to walk right in). After a while, I got so frustrated because their phone line was busy and Dad was insisting on meeting me there to find the place when I saw a back road leading to another hidden street behind that I never even knew about. All my life in Thompson, and I’ve never been on the street. Crazy.
RACISM WARNING AHEAD!
<RACISM>When I got there, the aboriginal kids who were working there heard my plight, but took no heed and proceeded to wait as I gave them every last penny of change. No tip. WTF!! Unsympathetic jerks!!</RACISM>
Okay, there was no racism after all. But I could’ve said something! Unfortunately, the actual aboriginal friends I have would be insulted as well, and I don’t want to do that because they are good people who don’t make their entire race look bad like some others I know of (pointing fingers at those cheap tippers barely out of their training pants). Hmm, that could have been racism, but I was actually insulting that one guy, so that’s still politically correct. Darn.
Stupid chinks. Ahh, there we go. ^_^