Casting the witch in the Wizard of Oz.
I heart Margaret Hamilton.
This is just freaky, but I’m only posting it because of the Firefly reference.
I was really suspicious of the do not call registry right from the beginning, mostly because after the gun registry debacle I didn’t think the Canadian government could organize something conspicuous in a camouflage store. Now we learn, surprise! bafflement! that the government is SELLING the list at a nominal price to whoever will pay for it. Alas, Ottawa.
In about 2 hours I’ll be jumping on the transit for my coffee date. Instead of swithering, I’m sorting laundry, acting as cat doorwoman, paying bills, cooking AWESOME split pea with ham soup, making breakfast for me and Jeff and answering emails. I had a wonderful night of sleep – slept maybe 1 1/2 hours longer than normal. I actually feel good.
Perhaps it has something to do with the departmental meeting with the new Ops great grandboss at work. Like Holy Paradigms Batman. I was buzzing like a thwacked beehive and dancing up and down like a little kid when I got home last night (met up with Keith at Brentwood station and the little bugger did a ninja on me, sneaking up behind me in the bus line up) because I was so happy with the meeting.
There are four priorities in the new configuration of the company. Safety, Quality, Customer Service and Financial Results. So I recited them to the dude to indicate that I’d stayed conscious during one of the town halls, and then I asked him to give me the matching 4 mantras of corporate culture. In a very TED lecture kinda way, he said, “Respect, Metrics, Voice of the Customer and We’re Only in One Business, and that’s the Only Business that We’re In” (not phrased like that and over a much longer period of time) and gave examples to support it. The previous group he’d been with had just sat and stared at him. Patricia and I peppered him with questions until he told us (respectfully) to let the men get a word in edgewise (and just think about the state of the world that this would be the case… I love the 21st century). Then I insulted his wife’s taste in sweaters (yes, I know, and I am going to be punished, I’m sure) and we went home. It was supposed to be a half hour meeting and it took nearly two hours and the time FLEW BY. My hopes and fears for the future remain the same, but my hopes definitely have my fears in a hammerlock.
I’ve been conversing with Deb about her daughter Jenn and her Pitbull rescue organization. Here’s the link. Unfortunately it’s not possible to get a tax receipt for Canadian donors but I urge my American readers to make a donation if it meets their criteria for a worthy charity.
And tomorrow, time for a baptism. Me happy.
Yep, it wasn’t hard to predict that the do not call list would actually turn into a sucker list. When dealing with the politicians and bureaucrats it is hard to decide if their actions are due to malice or incompetence. What works for us is to 1. have an unlisted number, 2. when anyone asks for our number I give them our fax number, 3. we never give information to publications such as the city directory.
Thanks so much for the plug. Jenn actually just picked up a paid TA gig from one of her professors to talk about dog rescue. I actually think Jenn could make this her life’s work if she could find a way to do that and cover her living expenses!