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Allahu Akbar
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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Trying out a new older waiter, Persian, he reminds the nephew a bit of a cross between Z** and M*****. Which gets him to reminiscing...about a time, busy evening...
...and Z**, older waiter, Muslim, from Bangladesh, short, friendly, hugs and kisses to all the customers, they hated him or they loved him, an even split...
...and Z**, he was kind of the birthday waiter, if it was your birthday or anniversary he made sure you got a sparkler in your dessert and tried to gather the staff to sing "Happy Birthday", nobody was that interested, he often had to do it on his own, it's really all a bit too degrading, more degrading than anyone should have to put up with, that he voluntarily chose to grovel, loved to grovel, well, that was his thing...
...anyways, tensions between Z** and everyone could get a bit high, and one evening, busy evening, when Z** was pandering to a birthday table, running across the dining room with a dessert and a lit sparkler, when the nephew spots him and shouts in his best Arabic accent "Allahu Akbar"...which is, however cruel, funny as hell...he justifies it by explaining that he had been watching those videos (those videos) all day...
The customers, they laughed, hard, non-stop, they're mostly rich white folk anyways who share his prejudices, Z**, he wasn't so amused, and they had a long row in the kitchen before the owner forced them to make up...
A bird in the restaurant
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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This morning, arriving at work, a Sparrow perched in the kitchen, it flew in, impatient for the daily feeding of bread. I gently shooed it out, thinking perhaps it might be confused, but it knew it's way and left when it was ready.
Superstition has it that birds flying indoors are an omen of death to come, I've got a month left, it's not my home, these are not my people, this is not my tribe...
Giving Notice
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I find the moment to tell the owner I'm leaving. Moving to BC. Not an easy thing, overdue, well overdue, life should move on and I've been stale here a while, my corpse stinking up the restaurant.
I'm nervous, of course, it's been 20 years, more, here in Calgary. Kids, work, obligations. But I give up. Finding the work-life balance here, it's impossible. Especially now. Always, as long as I've worked here, but even now more than ever. Time to leave. Nelson, well, not so sure. There are jobs, if you're willing to work there's always jobs, and you begin again to climb the ladder, I only want the struggle to be 8 or 10 hours per day, 4 days per week. A little more time for me and my devices. Who knows? They might pay off yet...
...and I'm closer to a lot of things...
Worried, of course, about finances, bills to be paid, accommodation, work, there's things to be worried about for sure. It's no picnic...but I dispel the clouds overhead with my sunny thoughts that life is an adventure...and, regardless, I'm due. I'm due.
He takes it well. Disappointed, but I think he knew it was coming. Maybe the nephew, maybe the abstracted way I went days without speaking. I've got nothing to say. I'm overdue. Time to go. And, the word is spoken, the countdown starts...
Short Days
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The days grow shorter. There's lots to do, people to meet, coffee, wine, it's late when I finally get out of Calgary...
But it's worth it. No panning, merely surface collecting, assessing prospects, appreciating the harvest and colors of the season...
A few pictures...
Rainbow, after a brief summer rain...
Pebbles on sand...
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Stones becoming hoodoos. Small hoodoos, but you get the idea...
Thinking I'd found diamonds or gems, broken glass from the telegraph/telephone insulators. Old. Everywhere. Deep blue, light blue, clear, green...sunken into the sand....
And the Halloween bit, the rib cage of roadkill and a collapsed hoodoo....macabre, but there's an aesthetic there for sure...
Next week, up earlier, leave in the morning, no compromising the day, get it done...the days grow shorter, 7:00 PM and it was too dark to search, 8:00 PM and it was night, next week, up at 6:00, panning by 7:30, the whole day to move a few yards, see what results...
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