1. The City of Surrey. Usually I don't hate a whole city, so this is big even for me. The last week of September I came home to three large garbage cans, each with a different lid colour. They are so big, they don't even fit in my garage. I have to let Q out of the car, then park Lola, then squeeze out the drivers side door.. There was an instruction booklet that didn't even begin to describe what was expected of us. I had to research, research how to separate the garbage, how to make biodegradable origami garbage collectors, which days what product was collected. I invested some time in this, let me tell you. I didn't mind, though, because Surrey had committed to reducing garbage waste in landfills by 40% over the next number of years. I thought I could do my part. I separated the gross left overs from the packaging. I washed the gross recyclables. I put up with the fruit flies. I dealt with the rank smell of fermenting organics in my garage. I was proud when, in a week with a holiday, we filled one kitchen sized garbage bag of garbage and the rest went into the recyclables or organics. The first week I put out the garbage, recycling and organics because I didn't know which they would take. All they took was the garbage. The next week, by chance, we found something in the newspaper telling us exactly what they would be taking, so I put out the recyclables and organics. By now, the organics had been sitting in my garage during an abnormally hot week for October in B.C. There was condensation on the inside from the fermenting of foods, there was rank mold smell, it was disgusting. I came home from work...and they had picked up the recycling. Seriously. I put out the organics the next morning, hopeful they were just a little behind. After work, I dragged it back in the garage. Thursday, they pick up the organics. The organics that were sitting inside my garage because I thought, "No way they'd pick up organics three days late without communicating it to anyone..." But yes, yes they did. So now in my garage sits the fermenting, moldy, smelly mess for a third week while Surrey gets it shite together. I've done my part. I've done what Surrey has asked. Surrey has not followed through. I am so mad. Q says, "Mommy, if you're really that mad...you should wait 24 hours before you call them to complain. Then if you're still mad, you can call." Smart kid. He's like the mini conscience outside my head when I need it most.
Deep breath...
2. I am a Canadian citizen who really, really, really loves Grey's Anatomy. It is the highlight of my week, watching Grey's. I look forward to it. I think, "I wonder what will happen on Grey's this week." So, when I go to tape it on Thursday, so I can watch it on Friday night without distraction while Q is with his dad, I expect to find it and NOT the Vice Presidential Debate. Seriously, bumped not for the Presidential debate, but for the VICE Presidential Debate. I do not care to listen to old men sitting around talking about how they'll do this or that, and then don't do either this or that once voted into office. I want to see how Arizona is dealing with her missing leg, I want to see how people are dealing with Mark Sloan's death. I want to see if Derek will get his operating hand back. I know. I'm a little weird. But seriously...it's one thing I look forward to. One thing. I did find out though, that I can watch it on line for free!! How did I not know this? What century have I been living in?
3. I had some training this week for a new process that we're rolling out early next week. Here are a couple phrases I do not wish to hear from the trainer...
a) That's a good question (aka I do not have the answer...)
b) Why isn't this working? Why isn't this working?
c) Oh wait...let's try this instead.
...I expect the trainer to not read word for word from the training manual the whole morning. I can read from a training manual. The guy had no idea what he was talking about. It was obvious he hadn't done any prep work for it beforehand. This is a particular sore point for me, because I applied to be a trainer and was told I didn't possess the *basic* requirements for the job. False. I can read, so I obviously do possess the basic requirements. Then I was going to take a certificate program, so I could qualify and the woman who supervises the department told me that even if I did get the training she wouldn't even consider me because I don't have hands on experience. I told her I train all the employees in my area on new procedures, etc. and she said that I would need to volunteer for a school, teaching a class. Which is...uh...impossible. How many schools do you know of that are looking for volunteers to teach? Not many, in any at all. So then when I have to sit in a class with some yahoo who hasn't the *basic* skills either, I get a little miffed. Just a little. I can feel my blood boiling as I type this.
4. Recently, there was a young girl who posted a video to either YouTube or Facebook, crying out for help. She was depressed, lonely, sad, bullied. A week later, she committed suicide. Facebook R.I.P pages start popping up, with thousands upon thousands of people *liking* her, and hating bullying. People say how much they loved her and miss her. Radio stations, news stations, Internet websites are playing her story over and over. Don't get me wrong. It is a really, really sad thing that happened. Bullying is horrible. Tearing someone else down just to build yourself up. It is terrible. It is so sad to me that she felt there was no other way out. Here is what is pissing me off though....all these people who say now that they love her and are creating these Facebook pages for her...where were they while she was alive?? Where were they then? Why did they wait until she killed herself to tell the world what a wonderful person she was. There are signs, there are always signs, and no one chose to see them until it was too late. No one cared enough while there was time to do something about it. What? Does creating a fb page make you feel better about your indifference while she was alive? Guess what? It's a lame attempt. She was a person. The disregard for human life in our society makes me sick. Creating a webpage, posting a video on You Tube, liking a Facebook status is not a humanitarian deed. Get up off your ass and DO something about it.
Well, I could go on forever. Bad Drivers? If I wrote about every time they pissed me off, we'd have to change the name of this blog. The price of gas? Highway robbery!! In a few days however, none of this will seem so dire and I will blissfully return to a state of calm. Pray the state of calm comes quickly - for those around me.
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