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I won! (ebay...)
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Miscellany
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And it didn't turn into a bidding war...
Late at night browsing ebay. What has it all come to? But I search and I search again and I find an item vastly (well, slightly) undervalued, with a single bid, auction ending soon. The owner has not entered the right keywords, so the item hasn't been discovered (or at least as discovered as other similar items).
And so I wait. 10 minutes, watching the time count down in red letters. When it reaches under a minute I bid on the item, confirm, and - ta-da! I win.
The price was right, the item OK, slightly annoyed by the fact the shipping exceeds the cost of the item (but that's shopping online), now I just have to wait for my present to arrive.
Now I've something to look forward to. Every day, hounding the mailman...checking the letterbox....
Tibetan Marches by Andre Migot
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Books
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In which the author recounts his adventures in traveling through China in 1946 through to Tibet.
Exactly that. Not great literature, but a good read nonetheless. I rather like travel & adventure books, especially those that capture the period and setting. And it has me googling Lhasa and idly looking at maps of the territory, which also can't be a bad thing..
2010 - Garage Sales Week 4
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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Lots of garage sales, none particularly accessible. There's the Parade of Garage Sales in Okotoks, a large one in Huntington Hills, a few others, but all too far away. Eventually I decide on a neighborhood sale in Brittania.
It takes me an hour to get there by bus, I expect perhaps a dozen sales, mixed items. Ever the optimist I even pack a big Lulu lemon bag to pack my treasures in. But there's nothing. 3 garage sales, one with mixed toys for young children, a small box of videos, the other principally comprised of leftover hardware from a bathroom renovation. Nothing. Nada. Diddly Squat.
So week 4 is a bust.
Your Pa
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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Pa's in a foul mood. "Pa" they call him, "Your pa...", whoever is talking about him it's always the person they're talking to's pa.
And he is. "I'm not fucking-a buying any more pens, you fucking-a buy your own,...." It's payday. One of the girls has told me that his foul moods sync almost perfectly with payday. And he's off on various tangents, swearing and throwing things, pens, anything is liable to set him off....
Between shifts I have to go to the bank. It's good to escape.
And while I'm waiting for service, sitting down, there's a burst of tellers through the front door, carrying a cake and oversized novelty cheque for $15,000 (or thereabouts) - the head teller, some sort of personage within the bank, makes a speech thanking the staff for their hard work, they're the #1 rated bank in the province for this, and #3 for that, and as a result they've got a bonus coming to be split between the employees in the amount displayed on the cheque.
All the full time employees will get a $1,000 bonus. Part timers will get a pro-rated bonus. Tellers are hugging each other and jumping in the air for joy. And they have more prizes....paid time off and travel vouchers for high performing employees....
And I'm sitting there watching, as they're offering around the cake, and I'm thinking I need to get a job here, or someplace like here, the incentives where I work, (Bust your ass for 60 hours a week and if you're lucky you won't get yelled at or fired), the incentives, they're not so good, and the juxtaposition of work environments is so stark....
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