The intense struggle to get my fat ass out of bed and into work was rewarded by the best parking spot available for the non-disabled, non-courier, non-security employees of Woodbine (see pic). Setting aside the day I thought I shit my pants but didn’t, this was one of my greatest.
A very productive day at the slumber yard. Productive in the sense that I got a large amount of things accomplished except the one thing I’d set out to get accomplished. Was that one thing, “To watch an episode of Degrassi”? Nope, did that.
After work I stopped for a sub and then headed over to Tim’s in Hamilton. Trouble with a laptop that was mostly remedied by speaking with a passionate soul named “Sam” from Dell tech support in India. He tells me it’s 7:30 am where he is and that it’s supposed to be a humid 31° Celsius later that day. I tell him how I doubt his name is actually Sam and that I don’t give a shit about Indian weather. He promises to send me some free software and wishes me a peaceful day.
Truthfully, Sam says he’s in Bangalore, India and was incredibly helpful. I just wish Jor-El and the assholes down the road from Sam working for Bell tech support would follow suit. I hope one day Sam’s in a bar drinking a tall, cool Cobra Premium Lager when Jor-El calls Sam’s wife a cunt and Sam bottles him severely. Maybe then I’ll forgive Bell for that week I went without the internet.
Home now and heading to bed. Stay safe, Paris H.