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S*
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At Share, looking for a few things. Reading glasses (on my last pair), a few odds and sods. 10:00 AM, as soon as they open, and I run into S*, who a few years ago I worked with at the D&D. She was overweight then, lost a ton of weight on the crystal meth diet, was posting swimsuit modelling pictures of herself every day on Facebook.
And then she started rebutting accusations she lost the weight thanks to a diet of largely crystal meth, and then started posting daily how many days and weeks she'd been sober, and then about abusive boyfriends and landlords. In the end you snooze her.
So, here she is, rough as nails, homeless again, apparently shaved her head into a full Mohawk, she's starting to look like a late-stage meth-head.
She's zoodled, she's talking to me, can't make eye contact, going on a mile a minute, she's got to get out of Nelson, needs a place to camp, get it together, had it with this town, someplace off the grid, I must know? I would know, of course, but she's too busy talking to heed any recommendations, going off, trying to conceal the fact that she's still high as a kite through a superabundance of inane chatter and diatrebe and don't look at her, don't look at her, she's hiding in shame and righteousness
This girl needs to learn to Fentanyl and Chill. In any event, mid thirties, recovery unlikely, scraping by on disability for her ADHD, which I find ironic, how do you diagnose ADHD in a meth-head...
Anyways, mentioned her before, a few more mentions I'm sure and she'll be off to her forever home.
Escape From Ken
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...and, now that there's the possibility that Ken will be coming back I can't wait to pitch to him my idea of an "Escape Room" based around the premise of a first date with Ken.
Actually, it's not a date, you've asked him for a ride to .... wherever ... and you have to disabuse him of the notion that this is a romantic getaway, dissuade him from getting the wrong notion, dodge his flirting attempts and swoop-ins for kisses, you lose if he bursts into tears....if you tell him you're a lesbian he doubles his efforts...
Anyways, it's just a rough idea so far, but I'll hammer it out with Ken when I have him trapped again in the Kitchen...
Chris
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And Chris, prospecting buddy who'd come with me to Crystal Mountain, now growing more than a little painful, he's irate I didn't buy him a ticket to Amissa, irate that I charged him for an extra chip-mayo at the restaurant, he's become a bit too-much the dog-gone begging, always broke and so you pay, for gas, food, spot him a hundred bucks that disappears into the void. It's just another drop in the bucket with Chris.
He's always broke, for the record, because he just bought a snowmobile for the winter, used it once, and then sold it at a loss. He's broke because he just bought himself a new Motorcycle. He's broke because he bought himself a motorcycle outfit. He'd spend money but we're too expensive. He's expecting money to come in from his sister/mother/father for his birthday/Christmas...
In short, his whole lifestyle is based on being a dollar short and a day too late, and he does very well for himself in this perpetual poverty and I've grown more than a little tired of subsidizing it...
People
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So, business slow, some of our usual great tippers, but - well, this will be a different year.
Anyways, a few of the new staff, and a short elaboration on each:
First there's H* - young, 26, tall, lean, wearing anime styled skirts and looking good in her schoolgirl outfits. Partnered, talking to JR, probably trying to ingratiate herself to him, she tells him she wants a baby soooo badly, and you see it in her eyes, she's committed to the bit, full on nutty, you could see if she doesn't have one soon she'll find a pregnant woman and tear it out, "She seemed pleasant enough" we'll all be saying...boyfriend beware...While I've never seen or read it, she reminds me of that lead in "50 Shades of nonsense....", her outfits generally only need a collar to complete, which unfortunately I can't recommend.
Then there's C* - Chef, the one who came in from Victoria having been mugged. He's always looking to scrounge a cigarette, eats and drinks in the restaurant, his tabs a further deduction on his paycheck - on top of the rent. He should know better, come pay periods he's going to be owing the restaurant money, not getting any back. So far he owes me $60. I don't have a lot of hope.
There's T* - a pretty, pixie styled 30 something year old who seems able to do the job and have a laugh. She's genuinely likeable, which is a rare enough thing, and it's a joy to work with someone - well, new.
T* - a customer, who upon discussion I find out is the person who bought the property just off the highway a few KM back. I remember her moving in - 6 years ago. And so I ask, for the curious, it was a rumbledown shack in a ravine - how much did she pay? And it turns out they were asking $89,000 for it, 1.2 Acres, then when she called the realtor told her it was dropped to $82,000, so she put in an offer of $62,000 and was accepted. By golly by gully that's a mortgage I could have afforded...
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Wednesday, a day off, only H* has texted me early in the morning - 6:11 AM to be precise, to ask if I could cover her shift, she's feeling sick.
Sure.
And so I text JR and tell him he should take the night off - it's not been busy enough for 2.
Coffee, John Ward, run into K***, old chef from the Golf Course, dawdling his newborn - 1 year old child. He's a cutie. We chat, catch up, ask about P* - a notable homeless guy who was highly visible in the neighborhood and seems to have disappeared, K*** doesn't know where he's disappeared to. Homeless come and go, although the going usually involves an OD, no obituary and a new home 6' under.
On that note there's a new travelling addict in town, just dosed up, dressed like a DJ, in and out of the café, incomprehensible, the latest in the junkie migration, always verging on toppling over but he seems to be keeping it together...
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JR responds, no, I should have my day off, I deserve it. Whew. And so I'm off, to the Gym, then to the library, then out to get some sun, a free man once again.
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1:00 JR calls, plans have changed, he's had a fight with his mommy, I have to work.
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And, getting to work, annoyed beyond measure at this rollercoaster of working-not-working, I find the latest news. C* has disappeared, texted Sean (Chef) in the middle of the night that he's on his way to Winnipeg...he still owed me $60...not surprised, really, he was spending more than he was earning, likeable but a flake, now the kitchen is Man down and who should they be calling but Ken, who's grown unhappy in his current role and is coming in for an interview on the morrow. Ken, he'll love these new waitresses, Ken, ahh, now the summer fun will begin...
Working, a haze over the lake, smoke from the fires working it's way into the valley already, 6,10 weeks early. It's a beautiful spot to watch the world burn.
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