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8 hour work days are long

I think there needs to be some sort of workforce reform where the 8-hour work day is shortened to 4 hours. But you still get paid for 8, of course. Doesn’t this seem reasonable and healthy?

For those of you who don’t already know, the strike I have been on for 3+ months finally came to an end yesterday when 71.5% of the union voted ourselves back into the workplace. I, personally, am very happy to be back at work. Though I will admit that having to be in the office for 8 hours is just long.

You get home and it’s already 6:30 and there’s no one home with dinner waiting because the dogs are a pair of deadbeats who don’t clean or cook for their humans. Really. Would it kill them to help out around the house a little bit? I know Sophie tried taking up carpentry for a while when she ate my coffee table and more recently part of our wood floor, but I’d like something a little more productive and helpful to my needs. I was totally happy with having FOUR corners on the coffee table. Sophie felt that it only needed one – WITHOUT consulting us.

I’d like some clean bathrooms, a vacuumed main floor, washed dishes and perhaps, if they were so inclined, a nice warm, home-cooked meal waiting for us when we got home.

Alas. The dogs are likely going to be dead-beats for their entire furry lives.

So, yes, I am back at work. Today was the first day back, which is sort of an adjustment since yesterday we were on strike. Though it was spent in the warmth of a conference hall while we reviewed the new contract offer and voted.

Still, when you add in the commute time (leave at 8am and get home at 6:30pm) it’s a looooong day.  Do I want to cook meals then? No. Do I want to clean the house? No.

So I think that working from 9:30-3:15 would make a reasonable time change. Or something in between. Have SHIFTS like we did on the picket line. Early morning, mid-day and late afternoon. That would be LOVELY. And have them in 4 hours, with some overlaps.

This give you extra time to deal with kids, chores, appointments, meals… it’s a brilliant idea.

When I rule the universe I am so implementing that work policy. I, of course, won’t be working because I shall be ALL POWERFUL and will have many minions to carry out my chores and devotion and stuff. Many other people I shall just cull from the planet because they annoy me. But for the rest of you, who survive my wrath, you’ll get these awesome 4-hour work days with 8-hour work day pay because I love and appreciate every one of you.

You won’t even have to sacrifice any goats or first born children.

Don’t you think that’s a decent offer? (Warning, the wrong answer to that question may shift you from the Survivor list to the Culled list. Just sayin’.)

a letter to my blog

Dear Blog,

I have oh, so many things to tell you, but I just can’t find the time to sit and write it all out. Back on the picket line and my free time seems to have evaporated. Thankfully, my health seems to be strong and I am not completely crippled by 4 hours of walking every day. I guess I was sicker than I thought I was before the strike started.

In other news, the same day I lost my mitten, I also managed to lose my bus pass (between metro stations, so I was almost stranded), found out my winter boots are broken and just had a generally miserable day. It was great.

This week may or may not prove to be better.

Either way, Blog, I shall write to you soon (on you?), I do have lots of news to share!

hugs & kisses,

Me

oh, the fun we have together

We went out to dinner tonight. Mexican. Yum. Shawn was super excited for dessert because he loves the fried ice cream at 3 Amigos. I had the Banana…something.. I can’t remember what it’s called. It’s supposed to be a flambe, but it wasn’t. I know it has alcohol in it though. Shawn’s dessert was brought first and a while passed before mine came. As we were waiting, waiting…

Me: Where’s my alcoholic banana?

Shawn: *hic* don’t you find me a-peeling?

Me: *facepalm*

Shawn: *hic* You don’t want me here, ok, I’ll split.

Me: Oh, sweetie…

Still waiting…

Me: I have a feeling the alcoholic banana is going to come covered in wallnuts

Shawn: I have a feeling the banana’s in my pants

Me: *facepalm* Cut that out!

Shawn: *dances* It’s peanutbutter jelly time. It’s peanutbutter jelly time.

Me: (can’t stop giggling) Stop that!

Shawn: Hey, man! I also let you know the terrorist alert levels! *whispers* It’s ORANGE!

Me: *giggles*

Shawn: I should maybe do something about that! But I don’t care!

Me: I feel like I should have videotaped this entire conversation.

Eventually my food came. It was a long time between his dessert and mine arriving, it was weird. Either way, I certainly laughed enough until I was able to start eating this:

Alcoholic banana!

thoughts from the bus

- why does every one on the bus this week feel the need to wear the ENTIRE bottle of perfume/cologne? Seriously. My throat is not enjoying swelling up because you think you’re being fashionable. Just because YOU like the smell doesn’t mean the world does.

- 9 out of 10 times lace clothing just make you look trashy. You are not the lucky 1.

- I am always amused by the white-haired man with the goatee who always rocks out to the music he listens to. Full body enjoyment of his music. It makes me happy. I shall now forever refer to him as MusicMan if I blog about him.

- got lucky and have a two-seater to myself tonight. That’s rare on this bus. So happy to not have to sit next to annoying, smelly stranger.

- I am pretty sure a bug flew up my nose while walking to the bus. It is really irritating me right now.

- Montreal needs air conditioned buses.

- I need a personal chauffeur.

33 minutes from nowhere

Our faculty’s undergraduate students’ association goes on a retreat weekend at the start of the school year and they tend to invite the Dean and other admin to a dinner on one of those nights. I was really touched to be included on the guest list this year. It was a small list, just our office, me, my boss and the Dean.

The thing is this retreat location is way the heck out in the middle of Nowhere. And it’s proven by the fact that the MAP link to the Nature Preserve on the University’s website is just a blank page. Then our TomTom said that the place didn’t exist. “No such location” it told me. Google maps proved slightly more useful until a little more research showed that Google maps was sending us somewhere COMPLETELY DIFFERENT.

Even though our TomTom claimed there was “no such location” it also told me it would take 33 minutes to get there.

So I apparently live 33 minutes from Nowhere.

Good to know.

Tracking out the route on the TomTom website by using cross streets proved to be much more helpful and on some obscure page on the University’s site I found a “hand-drawn” map which I noted looked a lot more similar to where TomTom was telling us to go than where Google was telling us to go.

So Shawn & I set out about 6PM and started an adventure. I figure 33 minutes or not, there’s buffer room for getting lost and or traffic and then if I was early I’d just wait until 7 in the car and call my student contact. My two  bosses went together since they were both leaving from the same area. Shawn was nice enough to drive me there and I hitched a ride back with the others.

So we drove… we took the exit we were told to take and ended up on all these VERY narrow roads that hosted a myriad of apple picking places. And the roads got windier and hillier and then we turned when TomTom told us to only to find: ROAD BLOCKED – LOCAL TRAFFIC ONLY. We decided to call ourselves Local Traffic and took it anyhow, after all, TomTom told us to! Until we got about 20 feet and realized the road was OUT completely. It was full of backhoes and piles and piles of dirt. Shawn said it looked like they were building ANOTHER mountain!

So we turned the car around, went back to the long and windy street and were about to decided whether or not to go into the gas station and ask for help or just give up and go home when the TomTom told us to just keep going down the original street. Um.. ok. We took a wrong turn somewhere (which isn’t our fault since apparently one road just bleeds into another and it’s not even an intersectiony sort of thing) and the road was dug up, bumpier than anything and wide enough for ONE car, but it was a two-way street.

We finally got me to where I thought I needed to be and I called the student to make sure and to be let in (since the gates were closed). Meanwhile Shawn was all “Who is this student person? Are you sure this is trustworthy? The Dean did say they might be cutting positions, maybe they’re just going to kill you.” Because this looked like a total set up for a slasher movie.

Once I got in I was told they had set a place for Shawn since he was here, but he’d already left to navigate the stupid roads of Mont-Saint-Hilare. (Turns out he would have stayed had I called him AND the TomTom sent him back on a different route which was TOTALLY EASY TO GET THROUGH. What the hell was it thinking on the way there? I chose fastest route not scenic!).

Anyhow the evening was fun, I was surprised. I get intimidated with groups of people I don’t really know. I knew a couple of the students in the association by sight, but that was about it. They made us dinner. And there was cake!

And there was much laughter and beer (I had ONE! Rebel, me!). I was trying desperately to stay awake past 9PM. It was hard, I tell you. There was scheduled FUN! at 9:30 (yes, with the exclamation mark!) and there was discussion about what we as admin could do to help the students and there was inane banter about burgers that could put you in the hospital and there was a very relaxed and happy atmosphere.

There was also a bonfire!

(Ok, not the best photo, but I took it with my phone!) Only Music students would sing songs from Wicked and other musicals and have 5 part harmony on our National Anthem around the fire. I was hoping for some old school Girl Guide camp songs, but these guys are a different generation. There was also a rousing (harmonized) rendition of the theme song for the cartoon Arthur and a discussion about how Arthur’s sister DW was annoying. And the Magic School Bus…  if these were people my age I am sure the Reading Rainbow song would have been sung, sadly no one knew it.

Way to make me feel really old.

I got home around 12:30 in the morning, talked to Shawn until about 1:25 and then proceeded to have a 3 hour coughing fit. I think I slept between 5-7AM but I was awake and coughing again by 7:20. So I have been up since then. I hope this stupid tickle in the back of my throat goes away soon because I am tired.

In the end, Nowhere is a very pretty area this time of year with all the colours in the trees, but it’s annoying as hell to get to.