Sigh. I leave out of here with my wife kissing her husband (me) off to work. Weather wise not bad out there at -25C. No wind. So I come in and Moe wants his best people working on OTH on the back wall. First several dialers. That's me.

Ok, there’s John Mc D head back trying to sleep and I come in thinking I’ll take the end dialer beside John. Automatically he begins to get his nose all bent out of shape because I’m walking towards him. I say in a friendly tone: “Lets sit and bug John tonight Hi John.” So he begins to tear a strip out of me and raising his voice. Holy shit. This brings Rob in wondering what’s going on and John is still yelling at me and here’s Rob agreeing with him. Oh brother. Meanwhile I can’t even open my mouth. I should have just left like that. Ordinarily I get along with John but lately he’s been after everyone. Rob gives us a pep talk. So then Moe moves us around again. My dialer isn’t working and I’ve got to set everything all up, sitting in Pat’s old dialer. I miss all the big taps for CFK. Rob has other iedeas so we don;t do OTH. I got 4 credit cards and $520 for the night. Most of the East Indian kids each got $1,000. I got $8 bucks in credit card bonuses for $120 on the night. I’m good with that.

Moe and I made a friendly bet. I basically said that Hillary and or Obama wouldn't get in that it would be a Republican again in office again as President. The bet was for $20 bucks. My reasoning (and I pray I'm wrong) is that America isn't ready to have a black man or a woman as President. Personlly I'd love to see it but I don't think it's going to happen. Now before some hot head starts tossing me the racist or sexist card, don't even go there. It's not about that. I don't think that way. Never have. America on the other hand just isn't ready to have a woman or a black man as President. I hope I lose my bet next November, I really do.

The East Indian kids there had a sample of this curried dish on a Pita style flat bread going around and encouraged me to try some. Surprisingly, it was very nice. I enjoyed it. Kind of like a Roti dish. Everyone was sampling it. Anyways I felt better about my dismal evening. Other then that nutcase John Mc D, the only other incident I had was the security guard again only physically placing her hands on my chest blocking my approach to the front door. WTF? “Look it’s cold I take this door so I can rush out and catch the train and get the bus.” After I said hat her resistance broke down and I closed the door shit after me and tried it. It works ok. I’ll go into the front way tomorrow and make a peace offering and say I’ll leave out this door from now. I had Anne on the phone as all this was going on. So it was really annoying me.

I went to take the HSC train home and tried to calm down from a disastrous Wednesday night. I called Anne at HSC while the train was waitng to get organized to go and had a chat with her and read from my book “The New Space Opera.” I’ve been reading this book from about December and I’m barely half way through it. It’s a slow read. I got to Clairview and Anne called again while I was waiting on my Abbotsfield bus. Foiled potatoes and a nice big pork chop for supper tonight. Despite John and the Security guard, I had a better night then I thought I did thinking about it on the way home. I count my blessing I have a good job like this. Even though the pay sucks.

Rexall Place was busy with the oil Kings tonight which is why they have extra cars on the train. When Anne’s at work (she was off Wednesday) I like to take the train to the HSC and when I’m getting out at Clairview there’s my Abbotsfield bus waiting there for me. Little waiting but I got to get the 9:40pm Abbotsfield bus. The other one goes the other direction East.

Anyway, that’s all for now.

e. Jim