The Cable Box...

Hey yaars (and dushmun!),

Been a tad occupied with regards to season tickets at the aforementioned Rogers Centre, and am semi-fatigued from the day-to-day demands of the job. What's been keeping me going is the laughs shared with the guys, and the gossip that has persisted over the course of the last few weeks.
My daily routine the past 4 weeks has consisted of the following:

a) Alarm rings at 9:30
b) Hit snooze until 10-ish
c) Stumble out of bed and get ready to leave for work
d) Go to work to "relieve" a co-worker working a window who requires their break
e) Go back to Gate 9 to help out in an all-rounder capacity
f) Find a way to have a meal and then go home
g) Watch Seinfeld, have dinner, then sleep

I have a few stories to mention, though I'll reserve a few in the event that somehow, somewhere, one of the parties involved finds this blog and soon after attempts to go all drive-by on me. Here are a few quick tid-bits to keep y'all happy:

1 - one person having a crush on another co-worker who I'm quite sure has no mutual affection, yet is too nice to anything
2 - a "Commander" who refuses to trust anyone with any of the work to do and gives menial tasks for us to do, as if we had a single-digit IQ. This would be fine if the person was a superior, unforunately it's a peer.
3 - Yours truly getting bombarded with a specific task to do almost EVERY day which involves cleaning up another person's half-assed effort on a task.
4 - Monkey Paw, 'nuff said!
5 - The ongoing "fake niceness" exhibited by certain people who act all nice to your face, yet either hate your guts or slag you off behind your back. I HATE that!
6 - I apparently have a chip on my shoulder and my "because I'm brown" jokes are indicitive of my inner disinclination towards white Canada.
7 - Due to point #6 I've now developed a desi accent which rivals any East Indian straight off the boat/plane/transportation device
8 - Evidently I'm self-centered according to somebody (excuse ME while I look at MYSELF in the mirror!)
9 - The return of G-Unit. He's asked me for tix for a few games next month. I couldn't have said no anyways, but to see his look the first time he's back will most definitely be priceless

Yes, I know most of the above were pertaining to me, but I figured the REAL good stuff (with intricate details) should be saved for face-to-face talks. So if you're willing to wine me and dine me (not literally of course!), I'll be a cheap floozy :P I'll end off the post with my personal favourite, which just might have equalled the "running the bases" story...

On this year's season tickets, quite a few of the games have pictures of young fans who look very cute and innocent, giving that whole family feel to the team. Now one of the senior members working there these days took note of the fact that one of the kids featured on the tickets looked somewhat un-beautiful (not my words as I don't believe that any baby can be called ugly!).

Anyhow, that particular person had managed to inform anyone and everyone of this baby's photo on the tickets. Two weeks ago, she managed to mention it in passing conversation to another employee who after immediately hearing this, proclaimed "that's actually my son".

You couldn't even MAKE sh*t up this good! I was unforunately not able to witness this event, but from eyewitness accounts, the silence that followed was so eerily hilarious, that it could have made anyone p*ss themselves! Hope that brightens your day!