March 28, 2011 Courage My Love!!

Ah fuck me gently - what a day from hell. I had to take Andrea downtown to St. Paul's for specialist visits. The appointment was for noon so we left at about 10:45 am. Should be no problem and it wasn't at first. We get close to the hospital and the cops have all the surrounding streets blocked (at least the ones at the supreme court building and the provincial court building). No biggie, I think, so I find another way in, only to find out the parking lot is full. There is absolutely no parking within at least 10 city blocks. So I drop off Andrea in front of the building and start looking. Well I was on Burrard and it seemed to be no left turns (I could not read the fine print) and I ended up on the other side of the freaking bridge. Thank god I know my way around that area, because it was where I used to keep my boat. So I turn around and try it again, still nothing, now I am looking for street parking, so I deke down a little street just past the hospital and am coming out of the alley when I almost smoked this expensive looking car. Thank the Lord he was paying attention, because obviously I wasn't. I finally get out onto that street, and at the next light I am making a left turn when I almost smoked a fucking pedestrian! I have been driving for 30 years and I have never had an accident, and here I am, almost having major catastrophes withing minutes of each other! WTF?

So after circling endlessly I finally score a primo spot outside the hospital and plunk two hours worth of change in. Now it is 12:30 pm. I set out to find Andrea, who is on the 8th floor. The elevators are obviously being run by psychotic over weight gnomes because they take forever. Eventually I arrive at the area she should be and I ask the receptionist where she is. Well she doesn't get what I am asking, and she thinks I am making an appointment. After a painfully prolonged discussion, we work it out and I find her in an examining room. One doctor has been in, but had to leave and would be back and she was waiting for a second doctor. I waited an hour with her, and I left at 1:30 pm to go check on the car.

Car was good, so I had a smoke, had some lunch and then realized there was no freaking way I would make it to work on time, so I called Dean and asked him to cover. I hadn't seen her come out of the hospital, and it was fast approaching 2:30 pm. I popped more change in the meter (which apparently you are not allowed to do) and went looking for her.

The hospital is a hodge podge of buildings which are really difficult to navigate unless you have a GPS embedded in your forehead, which I most assuredly do not. You have to take an elevator from the main floor to the 2 nd floor and then walk 400 miles to the next set of elevators, which are still as slow as shit. Eventually I find her, at around 3:30 pm. She has managed to loop her airline through the wheels of her cart and we cannot move the cart until I untangle this mess. That takes a while.

We make it out, pack up all the O2 and put the cart in the car and we are off. Over the bridge and by a convoluted method onto Kingsway and back home. It is a relief to go to work. I will have to unload all the O2 and the cart tonight, put out the garbage and bring the compost bin around front, but that is minor.

At work, it is same old, but here's an interesting one. On Saturday, a guy ran into a vehicle with a forklift. Not just ran into it, he freaking opened the side of it with the forks of the lift truck like it was a can of tuna. Get this, he does not report it. What are you thinking asshole? No one is going to remember you were the only one that drove the forklift on Saturday? But wait, this guy is smart. Later that night he phones his supervisor and confesses. Seriously. Are you kidding me? Who leaves the scene of an accident and fails to report it? Someone who is high that is who. So smart guy, they will never prove he was stoned or drunk, he'll just say he was scared and they slap him on the wienie and Bob's your uncle.

Love this place, I am pretty sure you have to rape a 6 year old to get fired here. And it better be on video. What a place, can you imagine if they ran these companies like real businesses? They make money as it is, but think about the pot load of money they could make if they did it right.

There are days when your karma and your dogma get along, and then there are the days when all hell breaks loose, today was a broken open hell day, but I wasn't the one that trashed the car with the lift truck so it wasn't all bad. Some days just being me takes courage my love...