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An apartment entirely bereft of furniture, trips to the locker, slowly emptying it of 5(!! So Far) big boxes of Stormy Scrolls, boxes of irrelevant art supplies - including 8 egg beaters, (I needed one, and eventually ended up with 8, and the locker is still half full), 2 rolling pins (I'll probably use a dozen), clock parts, candlesticks, paints, sort and organize, time only to go through the groceries I never got time to eat and throw out what's old and mouldering, go to the store and buy more, one day I'll have time to cook a meal, really I will...
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And I ran out of internet 10 days before my cycle, scrolling through Facebook Marketplace not finding furniture for my apartment. I refuse to pay the $100/month to Telus or Shaw, especially when there's a dozen networks showing up in my apartment with 5 bars. I need to meet a neighbor and pay cash for a wifi password, split the bill, I don't know why all the neighbors don't it, what's the point of living in subsidized housing and squandering all your money on internet and TV?
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Going to work reminds me of that dream I used to have of the Nuclear Armageddon, the time I was in London and I got word via the radio that the missiles had been launched, 20 minutes until they annihilated London, time to evacuate, seek cover, get out of London, and as I'm making my way up Kilyon road everyone is selling their shit, antiques, joking "you can't take it with you" and I'm torn, there's bargains to be had for sure, maybe you can take some of it with you, but I really should be trying to get out of town...the same feeling when I'm going to work, the smoke, the air, there's no fires near to us but the world now is on fire and this work, this "business as usual", there's nothing usual about it...we're all being distracted in the last days of the Holocene, there's secret climate change models and forecasts they don't dare to publish, Yellowknife, once the arctic begins burning up there's an incalculable amount of gases, methane to be released, and shit is going to start getting serious real soon.
Not that it isn't serious already, but shrug your shoulders and carry on...
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Mondaty, Tuesday, the restaurant, slammed. 2 hours of madness and not keeping up before it's over. An American woman, loudly complaining she can't get servers, telling me to "send someone over", completely oblivious, she's the center of her own show, it only takes one such ambassador to ruin the reputation of an entire country...
Anyways, Wednesday, today off, and now it's smoke, settled in, the slow rain of ash and dust, blotting out the mountain across the lake, the sky, a sooty, sullen sort of heat, 33, 34 degrees, the smoke is stopping it from getting to the 39 and 40 forecast, but it's still plenty hot enough.
Some photos of the sunset...
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The longest weekend of the summer. There will be more.
Whacked, nonstop, 7, 8, 9 hours running without a break, the restaurant, falling apart, customers firing into, out of the restaurant, 60, 70 per hour, seating themselves at dirty tables, it's crazy, maddening, you can't keep up with this. Monday, after all the shit that went before, by 11:30 is looking to be slower, by 12:00 is full, packed again, and so it continues, the same again on Tuesday. The smoke hangs upon the lake, the helicopters, water bombers are dunking and putting out a blaze up 9 mile, you see the red smoke like a volcano against the night sky on the drive home.
Tuesday, worth of noting, I ring out the most of all the days and do the least amount of work. The result of working with a competent team-mate, Saturday, Sunday, shit shows largely because you're picking up after others, bussing others tables, fetching others drinks, I'm ringing out $3, 000 on my own accord but bussing, bartending after $6,000.
Anyways, that was the weekend to be dreaded, and now it's over. Phew.