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Sketchy East Shore Pam
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And so - complain, complain, work.
4 days this weekend at the restaurant...and I'm working with Sketchy East Shore Pam.
And the other waitress, Cathy, who is a professional server and knows what she's doing.
She's not a problem.
But Sketchy East Shore Pam, on a variety of anti-psychotics, probably drunk, and - I'm increasingly of the opinion, high on meth, is proving a nightmare.
I overlap shifts with her - I open, she starts at 4:30. She has to take the Ferry to get here. And when she gets here she always needs a few minutes to put on her makeup.
It doesn't help.
And she starts. And she's nothing but pure chaos, she gets to her table limit, which is two, maybe three, and so I'm staying now into the evening picking up the tables she can't handle. And looking after the tables she says she can. And I can't complain because otherwise I'd be doing it myself, - anybody is better than nobody, but she's a fucking nightmare. It's like paying someone to do it yourself. She's lost, lost, lost. And I want out. And she chatters endlessly, tells me how much she's done this, how good she is, how fancy her manners are - and it's all "Nope", be pleasant - but - ....
It's 8:00 before I can cut and leave. She's an hour and a half to sweep and close. "See you!" and I wave goodbye.
She calls the Cathy in tears. I was an asshole and left her with the close by herself and her cash doesn't balance and...
Cathy and I, we're of a similar mind. We laugh. But she's a fucking nightmare.
This morning, early at work - because even with an hour and a half to close I'm going to have to do it again - sweep, mop, etc, etc.
Sketchy East Shore Pam, would fit right in at Newkey's on the East Shore, but she ain't fitting in so well here...
Up Early, The Balfour Eagle
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Up early, testing out the camera. There's great photo opportunities, only I'm not particularly in the mood to take them. Still - new phone, new camera, great results on a few hasty snapshots:
And, testing out the zoom - see the eagles' nest in the right of frame?
Zoom-Zoom. Great camera, indifferent photographer, but days off and adventures await, it'll get better I promise...
The Kootenay Burlesque Festival
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An early escape from a semi-busy restaurant, off to the Kootenay Burlesque Festival.
Now this was almost a miss - I've seen enough burlesque festivals to last me a lifetime, and there's a Harridan that constantly harangues me at these events, but - bloody hell, it's a small town, avail yourself of whatever culture offers itself.
It did not disappoint.
Most of the acts, standard, pretty girl, BBW, BBBW, BBBBW girl, girls that resemble Ken's Fraternal Twin, takes off most of her clothes. Camp witty MC. Etc. Etc. The locals, they hoot and holler and support every performer, irregardless. And I have to say - it takes some gumption (?? Probably not, there may be other things at play here) to take off your clothes on stage, even if you're "perfect" - but - for those less than perfect, and a good many were, well...
Hats off. Nobody in the audience should have left feeling they had anything to hide.
There were dancers/performers from across the US, but really - there was no need - the local talent in every aspect was every bit as good.
One act stands out - an older couple - man/woman - 65 ish, maybe 70. It opens with the woman (shorter, plump) revealing herself in the spotlight with some racy BDSM regalia on. Then it cuts to the man (tall, bald head, black lipstick, full bdsm gimp outfit, with added rhinestones and sparkles) - back to the audience. Music. She whips him and he turns to face the audience. Now he shuffles to the music and she proceeds to ... with her whip. And it was fucking hilarious. And I mean hilarious. Worthy of the Nelson Talent Show. It proceeds, it would baffle me to describe it, "Over the Top", turned up not to 10 or 11 but easily 15 or 20. I was searching my pocket for the Gold Lion to hand them.
And so that was it. For the one act described poorly above I would have felt I had gotten my money's worth, the rest was all gravy and filler.
Jeep of the Immaculate Virgin
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From Michael's Kitsch Boutique, a bad wooden Mexican Rosary to throw over my rearview mirror, and the Blessed Virgin for the dash. A Housewarming gift to me.
I'd wanted a hula-hooping glow-in-the-dark Jesus, but this is every bit as fine...
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