Even though we’ve subscribed to the DO NOT CALL list, we still get at least one or two calls a week from financial institutions… mostly…
On tonight’s episode:
Martin from Capitol One: Good evening, my name is Martin and I’m calling on behalf of Capital One, could I please speak to an M. Paquette?
Me: Which one? Marcia? Martin?
Martin from Capitol One: huh
Me: Or Mike?
Martin from Capitol One: Is there a Mike there?
Me: No
Martin from Capitol One: Is there a Marcia?
Me: No
Martin from Capitol One: Huh, is there an M. Paquette?
Me: No
Martin from Capitol One: Mmmmmm
Me: Dude, I think you have the wrong number
Martin from Capitol One: (ever so polite) Sorry about that, have a good night
First tale:
This was the weekend to decorate Christmas trees for me. I did this one for work on Friday afternoon… It did get “certain” looks by the majority, but also some good laughs from the cool guys. My good friend Nick saw that something was missing and craftily made me a tree top star:
I like it. It will be nice to have around my desk and bring some colours to a drab office.
Second tale:
Then on Sunday afternoon, after 3 years of not bringing out the Christmas tree at home, we decided to go ahead and do it. Although we do have more room than before, the idea was still questionable as there is a new menace in the name of GeorgeHamilton, the cat who loves to destroy stuff… I took good care of not putting up the 6 most cherished and breakable ones, I’ll keep those in a box until I know for sure GeorgeHamilton will not use the tree as his giant toy.
First, the base
Then, the middle
Then, the top
Of course, it wouldn’t be complete without an angel tree top, in our case, our favourite fairy
Then when it was time to decorate, this happened, that was the first one DR touched…
After he calmed down and realized I wasn’t going into a tizzy, we managed to finish:
Funny how I managed to get DR’s fancy slippers in the pic but not our beloved Tinkerbell…
Actually, this is more like an Overseen today:
Me, mid-morning, men’s washroom at work. I go use the one free urinal, there’s another man in there using a stall, he finishes peeing with a great big sigh, almost like maybe he wasn’t peeing, but hey… it’s a City building, all are welcome…
Even with the big sigh he let out, I finish and zip up first, I turn to the row of sink and turn on the hot water tap, drip liquid soap in my hand, and start rubbing my hands together. The other dude comes out of the stall, small man, big dumb ass coat too big for him, not a homeless but maybe it’s something he might aspire to one day, he goes to the sink next to me, turns on the cold water tap and starts splashing water and rubbing it all over his face.
As I am at work and he is definitely one of our guest/customer, I can’t really admonish him, I mean he’s an adult after all and I’m not going to waste managerial and union time with a meeting where I have to discuss the situation that happened before someone lodged a complain about me…
Anyway, after a little while, when he was back in the waiting room, I went to a good friend of mine that works the counter and told him that should the dude in the dumb ass coat sitting in the corner be called to his window to remember that he doesn’t wash his hands after using the facilities… Rubber gloves are never far
I got tagged by DR to post the 6th picture on the 6th page of my Flickr account… Funny it should be a pic of him:
I now will tag:
Photog2
Phronk
Fortress of Solitude
There!
