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well i'm back after 5 straight days of working...just to return again tomorrow for more pointless labour...oh the joy. Jona & I are somewhat in the process of writing a book on how to deal with customers in the lovely world of retail...especially our interactions with those of a certain background...well actually we've pretty much covered all groups (Note - the following contains scenes of nudity, sexuality and coarse language; viewer discretion is advised...well not really any of those things but i've just always wanted to say that - its just a bunch of generalizations, so just be warned) : CHAPTER 1 the chinese who don't understand a word you say until you say "stock" for some reason, where they then proceed to slime, cuckle a bit & return to looking confused and then give you a dirty look for not putting the product in their hands; CHAPTER 2 the south asians who walk into your store, open something & walk right out like nothing ever happened; CHAPTER 3 whites who don't understand how a store can be out of stock on something (for fuck's sakes people - when it's a sale, people go to buy it...don't wait til the day before thinking your still going to get it), then make a huge scene on how the store has should poor customer service & wants to speak to a manager (do you not have anything better to do that speak to a manager who right after you talk to them, rips up the report & calls you a loser), CHAPTER 4 blacks who don't understand that there is something called tax that needs to be added to the price when you buy it...it's not something we just coughed out our ass - but the law for the past 16 years; CHAPTER 5 southern europeans who are just too fucking lazy to look for anything in the store so they ask you where it is & demanded you take them there because they might get lost (despite huge signs on top and a map of the store at all entrances); CHAPTER 6 latin americans who start swearing at you for taking too long to get something for them (it doesn't fall from the sky folks, we've got to walk to the back to see if we have it & it's not waiting right by the doors awaiting your pick up)...yet all these people have something in common - if there's something wrong with the store...it's all your fault...doesn't the lovely world of retail sound fun! Anyways, Victoria Day weekend has come & gone...& with that usually means that all the plans you've made in the weeks leading up it to, all fall apart on the day...and you resort to doing last minute plans to salvage some sort of bragging rights to say, "Yah, I did SOMETHING this weekend"...this year was no exception. However, the holiday was nicely fixed yesterday as Steve, Paula (with her "red" hair), Fets, Gavin & I hit the beaches for fireworks...mostly seen in the car driving down Woodbine...after walking down Queen St eyeing the spots that looked cool - we ended up at the beaches pub along the boardwalk for some food, drinks, me making an ass of myself (as usual), falling in love with the "fireworks" while in line...and of course the highlight was running into Marissa Bush...wow, I know - i was gushing just as much as you are reading this...but seroiusly, we talked about the summer, people, life, marriage, cottages...it was just a really cool time. Umm, i guess that'd be all for now...til later