Category: Etiquette
22 year old hits me up, most civilly, on a dating site.
Dang, kid, you’re younger than my children. No thanks.
No walkies yesterday
I spent a fair amount of time at the shop cleaning and stooging about for tradesmen, but Ramey changed two lightbulbs without saying anything…. I think he was wondering if I was so clued out I wouldn’t notice. I thanked him profusely. The compressor on the walk in is working perfectly again.
Today I have a long list of things to do and I probably won’t get around to any of it.
Here is an interesting article about ‘the ring theory’ of kvetching.
A family story with some current relevance
A single kindness gets lonely
December 16, 1998
I remember the day Paul lost his memory. His memory is no longer in his head, you see. It’s a Casio 128 and his whole life is in it. He left it on the plane from Toronto to Vancouver.
I’ve never seen Paul so mad at himself. He was madder than the time he crushed his memory into the boards while playing crack the whip with the kids, and madder yet then the time he leaned over the toilet at work and it swan dived into the bowl.
He blankly said, “Well I guess I’ll never see -that- again,” and become very morose. A couple of hours after we got to my parents’ place in Victoria, the phone rang. My mother was outside and my father, who associates ringing telephones with drunken clients importuning him for assistance, refused to answer. Paul picked it up.
“Is Paul there?” asked a pleasant female voice.
“Speaking!” said Paul, really surprised.
“I’ve got your electronic organizer!” she said.
One of the stewardesses had found it and looked in it until she came up with a BC phone number. It was purest chance that Paul happened to answer the phone.
It came on the next flight to Victoria from Vancouver – Paul was thrilled, and touched.
So it was no surprise what Paul did when he found a daybook packed with so many names and addresses that the owner had started writing in the margins. As soon as he saw it was a Vancouver address, he jumped in the car and drove it to the guy. I accompanied him for laughs.
After loudly and repeatedly expressing his thanks, the gentleman told us that he was a committee chair, and a prof and an activist, and his whole life was in that book. He had been contemplating recovering the information with something approaching despair. He promised two things, and I know he did one because Paul got a sensational letter praising his customer service skills at work; the other was to promise that he’d photocopy his address book and put it somewhere safe first thing he got into the office.
So this is a reminder – back up your data. It doesn’t matter if it’s on paper, a hard disk or chiselled into a rock. Make another copy and put it someplace safe. As soon as I got home that night I sent my mother all my friends’ email addresses as well as my address book.
It’s important to remember that a single kindness rapidly gets lonely. That single act of being present and taking care will ripple out and have effects you can’t even contemplate. When the world is kind to you it’s because the laws of cause and effect still rule.
I remember one other act of kindness of Paul’s. We were driving up University just south of Bloor in Toronto and a stunning woman was stuck in traffic, four way flashers blazing, next to an old diesel Mercedes-Benz. She looked quite distraught.
“My old car!” Paul said, because it was the exact same year and model as one of his first cars. “I know what’s wrong,” and in about as much time as it takes to describe it, pulled in front of her, leaped out of the car, adjusted something inside the car, and got it running again. I have taken a lot of pleasure over the years thinking of the story this woman must have told her family over supper that night.
We try to look after each other as a family, and try to emphasize kindness. When we find things we return them, if there’s an address and a name. Once I lost a sheaf of writing on the Royal York bus and some woman, who is an angel in human form, spent two bucks on postage getting it back to me. I thank her, and I thank everybody who ever let me in, comforted my kids when I couldn’t be there, put a happy nothing day gift on my desk, or sent me an email from a friend of a friend.
Sometimes I think that an email inspired belly laugh in the middle of a brutal working day is a random act of kindness – travelling from someone I will never meet, at the speed of light.
Notes from rape culture
Amazing. The power of a good metaphor should never be underestimated.
Irksome news
Puddled last night with Tom, Peggy, Paul and Katie. Feel MUCH better today in body, although my schnorker is still rather congested.
Got irksome news from Katie. Since people I really don’t like read this blog I’ll leave it at that except to say that she has it under control and she’s taking it as seriously as it needs to be taken.
Keith has interesting developments in his personal life of which I can say no more.
My personal developments consist of telling guys who want to have sex with me without reference to anything resembling a relationship to come the fuck out as poly and work on their goddamn communication skills. But nicer than that, I’m occasionally capable of compassion.
2020 says how badly I wanted to out this dude but I dint
A total stranger watched me drop my phone and returned it to me via the restaurant I dropped it outside. Paul fetched it for me. How can I think I live someplace uncivilized under those circumstances?
I have to sell Ziva. She’s going on Craigslist as soon as I get my ass home tonight.
If I ran a grocery store…..
Customer service rules for Allegra’s grocery store
1. We’re here to sell you items and services you need at a sufficient profit that we can pay ourselves, our suppliers and our taxes, and do it at competitive prices. When prices are higher than at competitors, we want to believe that this store, as a shopping and working environment, is worth the extra money. If you think it isn’t, we believe you have the right to shop elsewhere.
2. Everybody who walks into this store is assumed to be a decent human being. If you act as if this isn’t true, you will be directed to this code of conduct and you may be asked to leave.
3. The washrooms and a glassed-in soundproof box (The Silent Zone) are close to the front of the store. The washrooms are there because the older the managers get the more they appreciate a clean handy washroom. The glassed in soundproof box is for those times when children and persons with developmental or psychological disabilities just decide to scream for a while or need to be in a less stimulating environment. It has reasonably comfortable plastic chairs, there’s nothing in there that can be broken (easily) and no piped in music. It is not a place to park unsupervised children. It is a place you can go sit down if you feel dizzy or tired.
4. The staff in this store are trained and expected to be clean, courteous, accurate and professional. Let us know if they aren’t. Complaints about piercings and tattoos will be cheerfully ignored.
5. The staff is encouraged to make decisions concerning their own safety and the safety of patrons in accordance with their training and their best judgment. If you are stealing, hitting children, or doing anything that will make you famous on the internet, please don’t pull that “The Customer is Always Right” nonsense.
6. The music in the store is chosen by agreement among the staff, as they have to put up with it for long shifts. You only have to put up with it for an hour. There are studies that show that canned music makes patrons spend more money, but our goal is to have happy repeat customers, not shave every dime we can from every person who comes through the door. If the music is particularly bothersome please ask a cashier to reduce the volume.
7. Studies have shown that you make more money if you put the highest markup items at eye level. This store is set up so that the most commonly purchased items are between eye and waist level on an average adult. We face up the goods so you can read them easily and will do our best to accommodate shoppers with special requirements.
8. Persons caught consuming non-prescription drugs, tobacco or alcohol on the premises will be fired or banned.
9. Please have your money or payment method ready when you come to the till. As far as we’re concerned you can take your time, but the customer behind you will want to kill you.
10. To the maximum extent possible, this is a no drama zone. We all want to get in and out of here as fast as possible. Feuds and domestic disagreements will be asked to move into the Silent Zone, and from there, right out of the store.
11. Every staff member who deals with the public gets one free “Go F*ck Yourself” every year. This means that if you are particularly threatening, physically dirty or notably unhygienic, creepy, homo-, xeno- or transphobic, sexist, trying to convert anybody to any religion, racist or otherwise persistently obnoxious, they may tell you in colourful language to leave the store. If you get two free “Go F*ck Yourself” moments from two different staffers, you will be photographed and permabanned.
12. Yes, there are security cameras. They are kept in good repair, and they overlook the parking lot as well as the store. They are reviewed after every incident and we keep copies off site for three years.
13. Serving public employees in uniform and staff members get free coffee. Everyone else will be asked to purchase their coffee or tea.
14. Tampering with or damaging goods, whether you do it or someone in your care does it, means you have purchased them. Repeat offenders will be banned.
15. Persons who are arrested for theft from this store, or pass bad checks, will have their pictures posted and be asked politely to leave if they are foolish enough to come back.
16. Patrons must wear footwear and keep what goes under a bikini covered while in public areas of the store. Two seconds of nipple while nursing an infant gets a hall pass; anybody who complains about women nursing their infants will be cheerfully ignored.
17. Consensual sex in the store or the parking lot which makes it onto the security cameras will be viewed and mocked by a select group of employees. Participants will be banned. Non-consensual sex will be immediately reported to the authorities.
18. There are two ways of framing the golden rule. Do not treat other people how you don’t want to be treated yourself, and behave to others as you want them to behave to you. We want this environment to be safe, clean, welcoming, honest and, dare we say it, fun. We will take health and safety seriously, and pledge to do our best to be honest and kind. So, no firearms. Please. Except as carried by on duty professionals.
If you don’t feel obliged to hold up your end of this, Go F*ck Yourself…. and have a nice day!
Greetings to my new readers
I understand that a couple of lurkers have joined the smallish throng of fans of this site…. let’s just say that there are many more readers and lurkers than commenters and posters. And I don’t want it like that, but if people have better things to do than comment on my blog, I’m for being okay with that.
I have my set list for Conflikt V, which will be made of awesome. Conflikt is the only SF convention I have perfect attendance for. I just wish that the border experience going through customs at Airports was less disgusting. I got selected for special treatment the last time and it wasn’t fun. So I am very glad to be going down in the car.
Ziva is fine, thanks for asking. She will need a valve job at some point, and I still haven’t put the winter tires on her, but she is running great at the moment.
Katie cooked dinner last night, wOOt!
And now, I have to face the list of things to do at work. Everybody have a productive day and don’t miss a chance to be helpful and pleasant, you never know when your behaviour will make the difference between happiness and sadness in another human soul.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Russell_Hoban is dead. The man who wrote Riddley Walker is gone. Sad, sad. He once wryly remarked that death for him would be a good career move.
Saturday round up with extra moose
Considering that I think marriage is a crock I don’t know ‘zactly how to feel about this.
Disturbing pic of a kid done up Clockwork Orange style.
I’m only posting this in the hopes that pOp will forward a story about his childhood, maybe with an optional explosion.
Man, I didn’t know there was a floor show for the ferry line up. Ocean floor, that is. You can all tell me what a crappy pun that is later.
Very happy to have her back. Jeff and I were worried about her.
Moose go back to school, get edumacated.
I ignore the dog and play with the ball, for I AM MOOSE.
I make weird noises, ’cause I am a MOOSECALF.
SMG is back on TV. We’ll see. I’ve started watching Lost Girl so I don’t know if I’ve room on my TV plate.
I HAVE UPDATED the Red Deer link… check out the pics.
I blame the patriarchy
….is a blog, not mine. The rude and rowdy feminist who runs the site quoth she, quoth she:
Did you know that not being happy for people on demand is some sort of crime? It’s true! The minute you aren’t happy for somebody who is making the worst decision of her life, they absolutely have to take you off their speed-dial and snub you in social situations.
This in response to not being thrilled when a friend announces impending nuptials.
Jeff and I have been practicing assiduously
But I don’t think we’re gonna beat this guy.
What’s in a name?
Downing Deese Pants. Wish there was a pic. He’s definitely living down to his name.
Saturday morning thotz
I don’t agree with everything this person says about swearing, but I remember reading somewhere that people who are freaked out about swearing are less egalitarian than people who aren’t. Not particularly safe for work.
Believe me when I tell you this is cool. SFW.
Paul sent around an email yesterday announcing that a court date has been set for the woman who knocked John off his motorcycle. It had been looking increasingly like nothing was going to happen, but the slow grinding wheels of justice are finally in motion. May 27th nothing will likely happen except her entering a plea. Paul will keep us all apprised.
I had a very productive day yesterday; I replaced the burner I covered in melted plastic; re-upped on the lease and gave the landlord six months worth of checks; did a load of laundry, worked on half a dozen songs with Paul and wheedled him into going to the first Tuesday at Jericho for the year in exchange for me working up Erica’s Song well enough to perform it, and man his guitar support is tasty as always), got plates and insurance for the car, cooked chicken schnitzel with quinoa salad for supper (Paul made the salad and insisted on sending me home with some, and it had so much garlic in it it practically triggered an altered state of consciousness); messed with the intonation on my mandolin now that it’s been repaired (sounds okay now); almost wrote a new tune and replaced my bank card which was compromised again if you can believe it (somebody tried to take $500 out of my account in Surrey three days ago and so the baloney alarm was triggered).
I of course find it screechingly funny that my bank knows I’d never take $500 out in Surrey. Welcome to the Panopticon.
Jeff is likely off to Victoria and will likely be bringing back Andrew, so I have some ‘comfort of guests’ things to do today, not that I mind. House guests are fun. For three days, anyway.
Holy cow and other comments.
I didn’t realize it until I went to the translink.ca site this morning, but I am now One Bus Ride from church. I walk out to the Kingsway, get on the 112, and it takes me straight to church.
This makes me very, very happy, and probably means I’ll be doing a lot more church stuff. I mean, it’s right there! No more not going to church because I want a lift!
Later on today I am going to go off to a Tim Horton’s and – yet again – see if a guy I’ve talked to on the phone a couple of times is going to actually show. I don’t think Timmy Ho’s has wireless, though. I may bring a small mending project just to keep myself out of trouble.
Lady Miss Banjola was robbed at gunpoint the other day – at work I hasten to add. She’s fine; she is one of these people who does not get upset about the normal things people get upset about. Exciting times we live in.
My unca Dave is not eating very much, but he talked to mOm on the phone for a while the other day, and it’s little things like that that keep us going.
Keith and Paul are off to see Lois at some point. I imagine somebody will tell me eventually exactly when I am supposed to feed the Kira critter.
Margot has abrumptly (sorry, this was a word emitted by one of the Xantrex overlords some years ago, and I liked it so much I kept it) decided to quit washing her rear end. I will give her a day or so to smarten up and then it’s off to the groomer to get all her butt hair shaved off. I tried shaving it but my clippers are anaemic to the point of mollescence and I’m terrified to cut her fur with scissors.
Proud to be an Okie from Muskogee
Yes, yes, yes! This guy rocks.
The song, by Merle Haggard, is a classic piece of Americana, but I don’t think I’m going to post a link….