The 19th is Finished

It was the 19th anniversary of my immigration to Canada and I had wanted to do something fun but ended up meeting The Mumbling Guy but that was basically because I has asked me to join me for a coffee so I can get a few advises for my upcoming interview. The guy accepted and we met in The Cheesecake Café.  I ordered a cup of Coffee and a slice of Callebaut Chocolate Cake for me and an Espresso and a slice of White Chocolate-Raspberry Cake for him. This was my second time in this café. I came there year ago once with The Lady but it was too long ago to remind me of any memories(!) besides I was focused on the topic which was the interview.

This is what I like about The Mumbling Guy: Despite being cheap and looking for possible benefits in you, if he can help, he, most of the time, would. I had not told him that I would take him to a luxury café. We were supposed to meet in a freaking McDonald's but I wanted to spend a little quality time in a nice and clean place and The Cheesecake Café is definitely is the place. I don't mind paying $27.83 (excluding the tip)  for two cups of Coffee and two slices of cake once in a while. By the way when the food arrived and he tried the Espresso he found it too strong. So I gave him once of my creams but apparently that one was not enough either. So the waitress brought him a cup of Coffee and a little Milk. The funny thing is the guy says that he had been to Italy and while touring the most famous cities for 17 days, he had tried Espresso every day but couldn't handle one here! 

Anyway our meeting was about to end when he told me that he had lost nearly $100,000 over a business deal that he has involved since early summer this year. He sounded really sad when he was telling me the story and I could sense that although he was wearing a mask! He said that he had lost a few pounds and 2 sizes or pants or something! I can understand how devastating that could be but at the same time it was not easy to believe because he's the one who always claims he is the best and knows all. He did he get robbed big by a guy of his own country or origin then?!

(Photo: A number of the cake on display in The Cheesecake Café. I will certainly go back soon to enjoy more cake and perhaps some food)

A Good Opportunity

The recruiting lady called me in regards to the position that I had refused earlier, yesterday after work. I explained to her why it would not worth to go all the way to that corner of the town to do that job for only about $2 difference in an hour. I cited uncertainty about the length of the position, my long daily commutes and the fact that I would have to work under the supervision of a Punjabi Indian and I told her directly that I had very bad experiences working with those people. I explicitly said: Unfortunately East Indians have built such a bad reputation for themselves in this country that if there was an honest one, no one would believe or trust them! I at the end told her that if there was something that she thought it would fit me, to give me a call. Surprisingly today when I checked my phone before noon I realized that I had a message from a lady who worked for a company in Edmonton that I had earlier sent my resume to, the exact same day that I had my interview for that shitty position, in the evening! 
I immediately called back and had a 20 minutes conversation with the lady. It appears to be a good position but she told me at the end that there will be another phone conversation with someone else and then a face-to-face interview and finally for the candidate a test! Damn! Seems like there are many stages to pass to get to the position. She asked me if I knew that the position was in Edmonton and if I would move if I was offered a position? I said I would move to Newfoundland & Labrador for a good position! She also asked me about my salary expectation, added, considering that I have 7 years of experience. I said: Withing the industry's norm. She, however, at the end didn't ask me if I had any questions but explained a little about the benefits that the company offers. 

I think I handled that well and it not only proves that my resume is good but also tell me that there're jobs out there and I would be able to get one and rid myself of this filthy job I have at the moment. In fact there's one that I will apply for, right after this! 

(Photo: I always like to use a picture for my posts. For this one I use a photo of Newfoundland as this beautiful province is referred to in this post. This was taken near St. John's one day that I and The Lady went for a light hike. It was very enjoyable. It brings back good memories but will never bring back my love)

The Wrap

There were these fella brothers that I had breakfast with almost everyday until last Mon. Not that we went for a breakfast together. I would arrive at work at usually the same time that they would go for their breakfast break. We chatted, shared a laugh or exchanged food and at sitting next to each other. They always offered me food and I always accepted. Anything from Boiled Egg to McDonald's breakfast sandwich and that was I got last Mon. from one of the fellas whom I would call him One-Man here. I usually don't eat McDonald's breakfast sandwich and that's not because of its sausage. It's because of the White Bread. When they served their Whole Wheat Bagel I used to get that from time to time. Now that they have discontinued, I don't eat much of their breakfast sandwiches, let alone the other sandwiches they offer. 
Anyways I got the breakfast sandwich from One-Man. It was a Egg & Cheese and that was the last day he came to work! I saw him in the afternoon and he asked me how many Tylenol did I think he could take! I told him that it'd depend on the strength and physicians don't recommend more than 2 within 8 hours. I asked him what had happened and he said that his whole body was aching. Today in a meeting at work it was announced that his Corona test result has come back as positive(!) and I sat next to this guy almost every day for more than 2 weeks! His brother, who brought that delicious food a few months ago is also considered sick as the result of his test was the same. 
The manager then asked me to join her in the office and said that I should isolate myself for 14 days because I told him that I had been given a breakfast sandwich and I ate it! I asked her if the virus could be transferred through food and she said yes. I said that it had been a week and I was fine. She asked me if he had made the sandwich or was it store-bought. I explained that it was store-bought and wrapped. She said that I didn't have to be worry then! I knew that already but the fact that I had to isolate freaked me out for a moment and then the fact that the wrap probably saved me from that, was amazing. 
One thing that I should mention here is that an aching body is a cold symptom. I think One-Man only has a cold and this proves that Corona and cold symptoms are similar. So many of these people who are classified under infected ones these days might simply have a cold or at the most influenza. 

(Photo: McDonald's Egg & Cheese breakfast sandwich and its wrap. It's amazing that you can find almost any photo you want on the web!)

An Interview after more than a Year

I keep applying for positions and earlier this week I received a call from a lady from a recruiting company who wanted to ask me questions about my current position. There was a QC position but at a low level and a similar industry that I am in at the moment. I even had doubts that they would give me a chance to be interviewed because I am not working as a QC in the company but they did. I first was interviewed briefly over the phone and then went to a industrial area in southeastern part of the city where their facility is located. It is a huge place probably twice as big as where I currently work. However my first impression was that now I would have to drive nearly 45 km, and most of that in the city, to get to the damn place! 

The lady, which buy the way had an excellent body, tall and very slim, asked me all sorts of questions and I think the interview took nearly 50 minutes if not more and she was continuously taking notes into his computer. She then asked me to participate in another interview with the Plant Manager and the QC Supervisor in the afternoon. I didn't have any issue with that. So I hung out for a couple of hours in the neighbourhood and then met with them. I still had doubts of joining them but then I truly thought it would be a mistake to do that when the interview was over! 

I was interviewed by a Caucasian old man in his late 50's to early 60's and a young East Indian or Punjabi decent in his late 30's to early 40's as the QC Supervisor. I was a bit surprised by some of the questions they asked but I answered everything honestly and while the Punjabi fella left early the Plant Manager told me I am selected and asked me to start this coming Mon.! He then took me to the a few corners of the facility and showed me around: Same sh*t, different colour! I then said goodbye to him and the recruiting lady and got the hell out! So basically half of the day was gone and wasted to realize that I am not going to do this job! 

Of course the main reason is I would only change the scenery not the situation. A couple of freaking dollars when I have to drive nearly 60 km longer everyday, it would not sound so great particularly if you have to work under the supervision of a Punjabi guy and take sh*t form a number of the guys who, the first thing they would tell you indirectly, is that they are senior to you! The funny thing is the recruiting girl thought she was dealing with an idiot by saying that the QC Supervisor was looking for someone to appoint him/her as the QC Lead so he could spend more time with his family!! She thought I don't understand that it's next to impossible that a position of such would be given to a new guy! 

When I wrote to her that I would not take the position, she really didn't like it and tried to convince me to change my mind but I listed one by one the reason why I would not take the job which is not needed to be disclosed. She wanted to call me she wrote back and hasn't yet but I guess it's because of the respond I sent her. However I have made myself to provide this answer that unfortunately East Indians, in this country, have made such a reputation for themselves that I would under many circumstances rather not to work with them or under their supervision/manager and that's a truth. 

(Photo: This picture is only used to depict how big their facility is. Not the actual one though!)

You Are Terminated!

The Chef was supposed to call me after his meeting with HR yesterday which was supposed to be at 11:00. I didn't receive any call and that automatically told me that he had been kicked out of the company he worked in for nearly 15 years! You really must be stupid to get fired from your job after that many years and at the age of 61 and he really is! He thinks striking others in the face is joking around. In fact when he told me that the HR had asked him to meet with them on Tue., I sort of knew that they would get rid of him. Otherwise they'd ask him to start on Mon. Even the union didn't help him. They were all sick of his all years of stupidity. Have a look at his brilliant(!) performance in the past few years:

1- Suspended for unauthorized use of the company's property, a sort of vehicle, and causing damage

2- Received a warning due to repetitive late attendance at work

3- Fell into a hole in the yard while it was barricaded because while under the influence of either alcohol or drugs. Caused weeks of trouble for the company and cost them a lot

4- Got a heart attack, as result of drinking too much Beer and other alcoholic beverages, too much damn nasty White Rice and too much Meat! and went to an open heart surgery. Caused lots of trouble, paperwork and headache for the company and the insurance 

I bet if it had been another company or there had not been an union, he would have been fired tears ago! 

Now for someone who lives in an old house's basement with mice and other nuisances and pays only $350, has no vehicle related cost, has no family and never buys a nice and clean cloths, finding a job to cover his expense should not be hard. The only issue, the only small issue, is he owes some $85,000 if not more to the bank since his home was foreclosed nearly 3 years ago! The thing that he thinks he can get away from. That's the only issue. I believe the company has given him or will give him a chunk of money. The question is how much and when and how would he spend that but he said today that he would apply for E. I. What a fucking rube!

(Photo: A Conventional termination letter. He said he would show me his. I have no interest and will try to stay away from him. An unemployed person has more trouble than anyone else)

The Blocked Fish!

 

I tried to take our relationship with Fish # 2(!) to the next level after our first meeting but it didn't work. I'm not sure why. Except for one time that she said we would go for a walk on a Sun., which was sunny and nice by the way, every time I brought it up, she never replied! She never said no or anything else. She just said different other things! Completely unrelated! Once she said her telephone had died and once she was not well and someone was taking care of her, her son she said.

Then after one week of disappearance, a photo popped up in my phone: Something about renovation! What the hell?!, I said to myself! She said that she was doing repairs and renovations, herself! I didn't know if I should believe that or not but offered my helped. No direct response again! Then a few days later another photo, this time the finished repairs(!), I would think! I offered help again and said I would like to see her. I added that we would relax(!) after that. No direct response again. I said to myself this time: You know what? F*ck it! I'm gonna block the b*tch! What the f*ck do I need a text-girlfriend for?! 

And I did. It'd be really happy to see her face when she realized that she had been blocked! I can't see that but I can imagine it and that is enough for me! 

(Photo: I used an ugly fish photo just to describe her visually better!)

Will The Chef Survive This?

I installed WhatsApp on my phone for the second time because the woman I dated once(!) wanted me to be in touch with her through that. I got connected with her and then deleted her ID(!) from my list but now I'm connected to a number of relatives and friend who communicating with them is easier this way.

The Chef is one of the active guys on this media. He sends photos and clips and messages, time from time. It's silly for the people who live within half an hour, sending text messages to each other especially if they know one another for years. One day I saw him online at a time that he usually doesn't appear. He usually is at work or asleep at the time. I asked him if he was at vacation. He told me that he had been suspended! 

Imagine someone in his early 60's, few years from retirements, have been working for the same company for almost 14 years and be suspended for a stupid act! I asked him what had happened. He said that he touched a co-workers face with his finger but I know what touching might mean! 

The problem is that he had a bad history in that company: Days and days of delay, incident at work which led to one of his knees being shattered, unauthorized usage of lift-truck that made the company suspend him for a few days, repetitive calling in sick, last year's Open Heart Surgery which created lots of problem in the yard due to being short-staffed and lost of paperwork for the HR! All these shit have been piled up and now he had been nervelessly waiting for this Tue. to go to the company and find out what the final decision is. The interesting thing about WhatsApp is that if you don't set the things that you don't want other see about you, they would see them all! I checked him and I realized that he was up once around 05:30 this morning, meaning he has not been able to have a solid sleep. But whose fault is that?! He should've thought before hitting people in the face! 

My guess is the company is going to give him a little money and expel him. I think they're sick of his attitude and stupidity. The same thing happened to a stupid friend of his a number of years ago. The jerk, nicknamed The Spring Maker, worked for Standen's for almost 18 years but he had a nasty file. They gave him first a few thousand dollars and then a kick in the ass! We'll see what they give to The Chef soon.

(Photo: WhatsAPP, created and lunched by Facebook, is globally used)

Addicted to Gambling

When I was in grade school, in the old country, every time we would go to my oldest aunt's, gambling was going on, if it was a Fri. and we always were there on Fri. because that is the weekend in the old country. When I say gambling was going on I'm talking about a big, probably 12-seated dining table in the big dining room that many of the relatives sat around it and play different card games or perhaps Poker only. I'm not sure because I never part of it and never have been interested in any card games. My father never played but because we were very close family, we went there to see aunts, uncles, cousins and other relatives. My oldest aunt's husband was a realtor and to be specific was a wealthy realtor. I can fit my entire first floor in their kitchen! That's how big their mansion was in a good neighbourhood of the capital, Tehran. The house had a swimming pool, gardens full of beautiful flowers, shrubs and trees, fountains, you name it. It even had a caretaker little suit next to the garage. 

But what I do not ever forget is the fights over the game that eventually led to people leave one after another throughout the years. In the last years of the game(!) there were only four players, as far as I remember. The other ones had left for another leagues(!) because when you are addicted to gambling you can't easily give it up! You need to find other addicted to share your illness! I personally never saw any fights but that was we all knew in the family. We, for example knew that cousin ... left the game last week because he had a harsh argument with Mr. ... . One particular fight that I remember, and in fact it was post-fight(!) event was the time we were at my aunt's and this cousin of mine who lives in Denmark now was talking to my aunt and others angrily! This sentence I clearly remember after probably more than 30 years: ... I'd never consider Mr. ... as my father! He was referring to the aunt's husband and apparently they had an argument over their game and considering my cousin's mom was divorced, I think someone had mentioned something to him like respect him, he's like your father and such and had made him upset!

I told this little story to get to this Chinese guy who works at the same place as I do. He keeps saying that he has been born and raised here in Canada but I find him as Chinese as any other Chinese who just has come to Canada a year ago or even less! He's a married guy but he always spend his time with older Chinese women in the break-room, talking in their language or eating their disgusting cheap food. Despite saying that he has been born here, you can clearly detect Chinese accent when he talks. He told me once that he goes to casino, without naming which one, on his days off! I also heard from other fellas once that he had won big, something around $50,000. Another time he said he was going to sign for a condo he had recently purchased, not mentioning the money he had won!  

The other day I saw him at work after his day off: Head down, quiet and not saying even hello or anything, dragging himself on the floor(!), in a nutshell completely down. I didn't talk to him but the signs implied that he had a bad day at a casino! Apparently the loss was so big that the guy could not forget it by recalling the big amount he has won! This guy claims that he had gone to U of C and has done his Bachelors Degree in ... but insists that he is happier in this crappy and nasty job, hanging out with old Chinese women and listen to their nonsense!! What, an university graduate could possibly have in common with a village woman in China?! That proves that the guy is a rube! Doesn't matter that he is born in Canada, he still is a stupid peasant from mainland China, brought to an industrial complex to work to one of many sweatshops!! His wife works at a luxury retailer in one of the top shopping malls in Calgary but their relationship is quite strange to me when I compare it with the one I had with my wife when I was married: He says by the time he gets home his wife has already eaten and is in the bed!!  

Gambling addiction is very common within Orientals particularly Filipinos, Chinese and Vietnamese. There was a Filipino girl in Cargill Foods when I used to work there years ago. She had left her husband because the guy spent hours and hours in casinos blowing everything he earned. I even have been to Las Vegas and will definitely go again to enjoy but have never gambled in my life. I hate gambling and the addiction it creates.

(Photo: Gambling often comes with heavy drinking, smoking and other harmful habits)

The Trouble with my Licence Plate

I decided to change my licence plate and go back to what I had on, screwed to my older vehicle,  before leaving Alberta for British Columbia, back in 2006 in Sep.. So I went to the local registry, about two weeks before expiration and told them about my decision. " Yes. You can do that ". Said the registry lady. I got the label and paid. When the time came to take the plate off and replace it with the old one, which would have been new(!), the problem started! I used Philips screw driver but couldn't get it off. Then I went to The Chef, as he is a strong guy even in his 60's and even he couldn't do it. I then bought a small bottle of DW-40, with the hope that it loosens the screws and tried again! No luck! 

We then went to Canadian Tire in Marlborough area but there was a motherfucker white-headed Caucasian old fart there who refused service! Even guys at work tried it but no one had a chance. Then one guy got an electric screw driver and the idiot, who by the way is a Vietnamese, damaged the screws in a way that no screw drive could be used any more! Then he tried to break then using a drill. No freaking way. It was already 6 days that I was driving around with an expired licence! 

Then I was driving home on Sun. and while I was within the speed limit, I saw Sheriff's cruiser at the side of highway, parked diagonally. Just as I passed him, he got on the lane and drove! I said to myself that I would be done! He then moved to the next lane and I was hoping to lose him especially because I was going to use an exit and get the hell away but he reduces his speed and got behind me. That was when I know I would be pulled over and it happened! He put his lights on and I pulled the vehicle to the side of the highway! I waited inside for as long as 20 seconds and he approached from the right side where was much safer. I opened the door and he told me that he had checked my car online and I was fine but i needed to put the sticker on. I asked him if I could have shown him the damaged screws. He asked me to made sure that the engine was off and the gear was in neutral. I got out and showed him the screws although in the windy and cold day of Alberta while the cars were passing by, he didn't seem to be very interested. I thanked him and went back to the vehicle and drove away. 

I drove to Canadian Tire from there despite the fact that I had been rejected at another location. The funny thing is I saw the same cruiser just as I was approaching the store! Or could it be another officer?! I was glad that I saw it because it actually proved my story! I went in and talked to one young fella who was the receptionist in Auto section. He simply told me to go to garage and asked them to do it for me! And that's what I did! The guy, although very unwilling, grabbed a pillar and turned the screws back out. Then I grabbed the screws that I had purchased from an Auto Value store and put the new plate on. He helped me to tighten them. I thanked him and, not that it's important, he really didn't care. I think he was not happy that he had to do 5 minutes of free work but I think he probably could have made an excuse not to do it either. That was a weight off of my shoulder. 

(Photo: The sheriff was driving a vehicle similar to this one)

One Year at the Job

I just reached the one year milestone at this job on Fri. I was expecting them to perform a review or at least address that somehow. no action! I have been working 6 days a week, except for one week, for a year now. It doesn't make much but it's much better than being unemployed like many. The benefits are not so good but that's all I can have now. It's partially or perhaps mainly, my fault. I wasted so much time when I could study good courses and elevate my resume. Now I'm doing this shit job and every week look at my account to see if I have enough money to pay my bills and at the same time buy essentials for my house or not! 

I've applied for as many as probably 5 jobs in the past 3 months or so but not even a damn interview! I doesn't mean that I will stop but I'm mentally exhausted. Perhaps I can do this exam., pass it and add something worthwhile to my resume.

(Photo: There is no celebration but I'm thankful that I've been able to have and keep this job during the pandemic. I hope I can keep until we're all safe)

Stupid and Disgusting Delivery of Food

One of the most disgusting things that I hate it the most (used most twice in a sentence!) in Canada is food delivery. Many disgusting cheaters manage part of their disgusting lives through food delivery. One example of that is the filthy fat-f*ck named The Fisher who I used to know through Hojam and I, in fact, probably met him once only. This nasty animal, who by the way probably made up a story about cult of Bahai and sold it to CIC to settle in Canada, lived his disgusting life by food delivery and avoiding paying income tax for years. This piece of sh*t, as far as I remember was either drunk or high on drugs! According to The Chef he always had a handful of Marijuana in his glove compartment when it was illegal, of course. Once I was at Hojam's, he had invited me over for dinner, which was by the way was a simple meal comprised of Shirazi Salad and Bandari Hot Dog(!), and it was years ago, probably 2006 and the telephone rang. I remember Hojam didn't have a cellphone back then and asked me to pick of the phone, which was the landline. I picked up and at the other side of the line there was a drunk man whom could be understood barely! That was this disgusting fella, The Fisher! I told Hojam that it was this guy on the phone. He told me that he had been probably lonely and drunk because his wife had taken a trip and ask me to hang up! Now, and again according to The Chef, this guy has lost his job and because he evaded tax for years and years cannot apply for any of the Government aids!

Shirazi Salad, originated from the city of Shiraz in south-central Iran is very tasty and healthy

Now I'm not saying that all of the delivery guys are bad or fraudulent. What happened today reminded me of The Fisher and I thought I should part of his story here. But what happened yesterday was that when I pulled my vehicle to the side of the street and parked I noticed a bag in front of my door. I thought to myself: Is this a kind of a joke?! Did a freaking bastard leave their garbage in front of my door?! What the hell is it?! 

I approached the bag and I realized that it was a food delivery from a local business! I never order food. I hate that. You need to eat get your stinking ass off of the coach and cook a meal or put something on and go to a fast food joint or a restaurant. I hate lazy people! So I called the number and a woman picked up. I asked her why the had delivered the food to my address. She said that it was not them. It was one of these disgusting food delivery fake companies who you can have use them using your phone. I asked her to send someone to pick it up because I didn't want to deal with a lazy ass hungry idiot who would complain about his food being taken by me. She said they could not do that. I left it on the side walk and walked back in!

(Photo, top: Two Magpies are enjoying the food inside the bag! The country which it's economy is based on sh*t creates minimum wage jobs in tens of thousands and make the most of population lazy idiots who either wait in their homes for food to be delivered to them [!] or deliver the food as it's easy and does not require any skill or talent! Some still are not able to perform this easy job!!)

My Second Experience with POF

I don't know if POF pays some of employees to contact people or not but I got hooked up with a woman about three weeks ago and we exchange messages until she asked for my telephone number. Here is the thing: If i can simply exchange telephone numbers with a woman on POF, why would I pay for membership?! That's why I think these women could be planted by POF. They contact you or respond to your messages, you see them somewhere and then they leave. That encourages you to buy membership! You gain confidence and you are more willing to pay! 
Anyways this woman kept a nice contact and eventually after about a week she said she would meet me in a Tim Horton's. Here's when you can know a woman a little better. A classy woman would never see you in a cheap, garbage-maker low-class coffee shop like Tim Horton's! I said yes, though and went to the location that she sent it's address to me. I arrived there a few minutes to have the first good impression. She looked a woman in her early to mid. 50's, short and in a very casual dress. lots of wrinkles in the forehead and chest, below neck as she had a wide open shirt on, just above the breasts. The hair was just regular but looked like it had been recently dyed. She indicated that she would have liked Hot Chocolate. It was awful but i didn't say anything! I got two small ones and we sat. We talked about an hour and it was not bad and then she said she had to deliver something. We split after that. We continued exchanging messages until the weekend she said she would have liked to go for a walk. I agreed and she was supposed to send me a message to say the time and location. She never did and when I followed up she mentioned other things. It was a little strange but I didn't insist. That was the last time we exchanged message and since she didn't answer, I stopped. I said: F*ck her! I need no old ugly whore who doesn't know what she wants! I bet she has found someone she likes because there were many times that I would log in to see her messages and she was online! F*ck her! 

Chicken from Wal-Mart!!

I don't like shopping at Wal-Mart for so many reasons and one being their prices is not very different from other stores but the other day I walked to this location which is very clean and organized to see what they got. I saw Rotisserie Chicken in their food section. They didn't look much different from the Chicken you'd get from other supermarket but the price tag was reading $7.5! I told myself: Let's give it a try now I'm here. Surprisingly it was good. It tasted fresher and at the same time tastier and more delicious in comparison with the Chickens I have tried from Safeway and Co-op. I don't know if that is in that location or other locations have the same level.
(Photo: Wal-Mart chicken comes in two falavours in this undisclosed location!)