Boredom.....and some crazy women.

Just finishing up few days off work, and while for many its an exciting time, for me its rather boring. I realized today that daytime television truly sucks ass. Nothing on, except shows like he View. Oh my God! These women, all talking at the same time, makes me think of a chicken coop, with hens cackling at each other. The noise is excruciating. Thats been another thing that bothrs the hell out of me. Noise, such as a cellphone ringing. Whats worse is when you're having a conversation with someone and suddenly their cellphone rings, and then they answer the phone, and chats for a half hour, all the while you're stuck there waiting patiently for them to finish talking about some mundane shit so they can get back to what we were discussing before. Or when you want to focus on something, and everyone around you is yakking on their phones. GRRR. I know I need a cell phone..but I guess I've been holding off the inevitable, and added extra bill I'd have to pay.
Now the funny shit is that a cell phone woulda been really useful to me last week when I left work. It was approximately 1pm thereabouts, and I was going to have a quick smoke as I walked the one block to the bus stop. A few out of towners stopped to ask for directions, and whn I finished with them, I waited at the corner for the light to change so I could cross the street. Suddenly I hear, "Hey! Hey come here!"..I turned my head to the right and notice 2 strung out women were advancing towards me. They didn't look just drunk. They looked like they were strung out on crack. And I knew they wanted one one of my smokes...two if they could get it. And ladies and gents....that was NOT going to happen. I work hard and I pay for my own habit. And I decided to turn left and walk down the street because the damned light wouldn't change. I hear a more frantic.."HEY!!! HEYYYY!" and I look back to find, with alarm, that they are breaking into a RUN. Fortunately, they didn't run very fst, and I started walking at a brisk pace..the whole time my heart is beating hard and fast in my chest. I realized that I was having a mild panic attack. I had to find a place to duck into, so I went into the Bargain Store. I explained to the clerk what was happening and she kept an eye out for me as I dissapeared down an aisle. A few minutes later I came out of hiding and seeing that the women had given up the search, I thanked the clerk for helping me out and went to go catch the bus. I was hyperventilating a little and the panic attack didn't pass until I made it to the West Side. So I think that if I'd had a cell phone on me I coulda called the cops, but even then what could they really do? It really pisses me off actually. And my panic attack was due to the fact that I'm mildly claustrophobic...I especially can't handle people crowding me. In fact the only people Ifeel comfortable standing close to me are those who are in my inner circle. Anyhoo..thats all the excitement I have to report at present. How was your week? Catch ya later!

Updates and crazy drunk people downtown.

Hello all! Yes it has been a while. Miss me? Well, judging by the lack of comments I have to assume most people have switched their attention to Facebook. I have too, but I still want to keep a blog, so regardless of whether or not I get comments, I'm gonna blog anyways dammit. I'm still working like a mofo, and now that the Zoo is closed for the summer, I only have the odd catering job to do there and now I have the majority of my hours coming from my job downtown. I have finally gotten the hang of it, and I do love my work dearly. Plus, I work with an awesome staff, who are super nice, and went out of their ways to make me feel at home there, so that makes me happy. I am getting to know the regulars, and they seemed to have accepted me too. So all is good.
Since my hours have increased at the job downtown, I've seen some interesting characters, plus a couple of disturbing ones. For instance, last week, some tall Native guy comes in and asks my boss if he could have a glass of water. Naturally my boss said no...not because he was Native, but he was a fella that frequented the other side of the street, and was a known drug and chemical abuser. Plus, we aren't going to give someone water if they aren't going to buy anything you know? He stands there silent for a second, then shouts out (heedless to the fact a small child was in his prescence)"You're not gonna give me any fuckin water?! You want to get beat up?" My boss ignored him and the guy left. I looked to the back of the shop to see a police officer get up abruptly from his morning cup of coffee and go off after the dude. A short time later I see a paddy wagon heading down the street. Police vehicles are almost a daily occurance on 5th street, by the way. Then there was a guy the next day who kept walking past the front door, and looking in here and there. Then the guy comes in, and grabs some spoons and takes off, with my boss in hot pursuit. She catches him and makes him hand over the spoons, and she tells him hes not to come around the business again. We all had a good laugh over it. I thought it was good that buddy didn't run cause my boss runs marathons. Hilarious.
Then occasionally we see a Native guy who comes in for coffee, and he'll sit by himself, and then he'll start talking under his reath, but by his actions it looks like hes having a conversation with someone in the empty chair in front of him. I can never hear what he says, but the guy is harmless, and the conversations hes having with his invisible friend seem, on the outside, pretty deep, and then hes done and he leaves.
Anyhoo..just wanted to share all that with you. I start an 11 day stretch downtown, so I'm sure that I'll see lots of interesting things to share with you. If you ever do get a chance to go to Lethbridge, and somehow find yourself on 5th St. S, don't bother lighting a smoke..that is if you do smoke. Always someone bumming smokes off you, and if you say you're smoking your last one, they'll boldly ask to have the rest of it. Pisses me off actually, but I don't say anything. If Pizzaslinger was here she'd tell the deadbeat to buy their own, and launch into a tirade of how she works to buy her own, and then..if buddy still doesn't get the message, she'd do a fancy yet deadly spinning flying outward crescent kick, knock the smoke buddy just bummed, catch it on landing and deftly shove it up buddy's nostril. By the by, Pizzaslinger enjoyed her advanced training with the pizza Master and is now taking a bit of a Sabbatical. She says she'll come back when she feelslike it, which may be sooner than you think. God, I just love my alter ego. I can ust see her now, kicking asses all over the world, and creating order in the midst of chaos with a few well-placed kicks and snappy comebacks. She'll be back.That I promise you.
At any rate, that is my post. The only blogger question I have for now is...where are you? Time for a roll call. If you haven't found me by now, I will assume it if you haven't posted a comment. If you do happen by, say hello. Don't be a stranger. Cheers!