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Good decision...
Nov. 26th, 2005 06:08 pmOur decision to come home yesterday turned out to be a good one, as the great Ford Maintenance Machine™ is apparently incapable of shipping complete sets of parts for repair. I got a call today and was told that our car will now be ready Tuesday. Galina is now determined to go down Monday to return the car and and spend the night in a motel, as that will doubtless be less expensive than keeping the rental car for an additional day.
I've been trying to put a positive spin on this latest car episode - I mean, it's actually pretty neat that the wheel managed to hold together all the way to the garage after suffering a major mechanical problem - but Ford is making it just so goddam difficult...
It turns out Drew staffed the store by himself yesterday, which is insane. It also accounts for his not having submitted the daily report (once in about three years, so there's no beefs there) and a few other omissions. In the end, it was probably good that Galina and I made the trek home yesterday, as it is likely that Drew might've given in to the temptation to have declared today to be an unscheduled holiday.
I started the day with a pretty gung-ho attitude, but there are little techniques that Galina can use from time to time - and which she used today - that punch my buttons and would make me indifferent to offers of eternal life. A secondary byproduct of that mood swing has been a bit of overeating this afternoon after closing the store, which is something that - as I write - becomes ever more clearly something I shouldn't be doing, but such is life.
I'll do better later, believe me.
Upon my return home yesterday, I spent a panicked few minutes looking for the power supply to the VAIO. Eventually, I found it in a spot that befuddles me... did I actually put the thing there? What on earth possessed me to do that? (Oh, well. At least the story had a happy ending.)
* * * A story hit the wire yesterday about a former Canadian Minister of Defense having gotten up on his hind legs at the University of Toronto a couple of months ago to state "UFOs, are as real as the airplanes that fly over your head.” He then proceeded to demonstrate some serious problems with his medication levels as he described how Bush has okayed the construction of a military lunar base by the United States for the purpose of keeping track of aliens and, most likely, shooting at them. Said his Minister-ness: "I’m so concerned about what the consequences might be of starting an intergalactic war, that I just think I had to say something.”
Obviously, retirement isn't all it's cracked up to be for over-the-hill Canadian politicians.
If you ask me, the fact that this ex-Minister of Defense got a standing ovation from the audience, the fact that he apparently knows enough about the aliens to state not only that they exist but that, specifically, they are not of our galaxy ("intergalactic," as opposed to "interstellar," which would mean from somewhere else in the Milky Way), combined with the fact that there have been absolutely no calls for the Canadian equivalent of public hearings before Parliament on the matter is fairly clear evidence of a cover-up so vast as to make one wonder if, truly, there isn't already a powerful and influential alien presence on earth (or at least, in Toronto).
Cheers...
I've been trying to put a positive spin on this latest car episode - I mean, it's actually pretty neat that the wheel managed to hold together all the way to the garage after suffering a major mechanical problem - but Ford is making it just so goddam difficult...
It turns out Drew staffed the store by himself yesterday, which is insane. It also accounts for his not having submitted the daily report (once in about three years, so there's no beefs there) and a few other omissions. In the end, it was probably good that Galina and I made the trek home yesterday, as it is likely that Drew might've given in to the temptation to have declared today to be an unscheduled holiday.
I started the day with a pretty gung-ho attitude, but there are little techniques that Galina can use from time to time - and which she used today - that punch my buttons and would make me indifferent to offers of eternal life. A secondary byproduct of that mood swing has been a bit of overeating this afternoon after closing the store, which is something that - as I write - becomes ever more clearly something I shouldn't be doing, but such is life.
I'll do better later, believe me.
Upon my return home yesterday, I spent a panicked few minutes looking for the power supply to the VAIO. Eventually, I found it in a spot that befuddles me... did I actually put the thing there? What on earth possessed me to do that? (Oh, well. At least the story had a happy ending.)
Obviously, retirement isn't all it's cracked up to be for over-the-hill Canadian politicians.
If you ask me, the fact that this ex-Minister of Defense got a standing ovation from the audience, the fact that he apparently knows enough about the aliens to state not only that they exist but that, specifically, they are not of our galaxy ("intergalactic," as opposed to "interstellar," which would mean from somewhere else in the Milky Way), combined with the fact that there have been absolutely no calls for the Canadian equivalent of public hearings before Parliament on the matter is fairly clear evidence of a cover-up so vast as to make one wonder if, truly, there isn't already a powerful and influential alien presence on earth (or at least, in Toronto).
Cheers...
