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Saturday night was a great night! The concert was absolutely amazing, and to top it off, I discovered that one of my most memorable pizza experiences has come to Canada! As we were walking to the concert a Papa John’s pizza delivery car went by us in the opposite direction. I was stunned! I had no idea that they had come north of the border.
Many moons ago, I worked in San Diego. One of my fondest memories of that job was being at work dressed in shorts, tshirt, ballcap, sandals, with my feet kicked up on my desk, my keyboard in my lap, and a Papa John’s pizza beside me. It almost became something of a caricature of sorts. I loved that pizza. I loved the garlic butter that they included to dip my crust in. I doubt that my heart loved it as much as the rest of me, but I loved it anyway. And over the years I’ve pushed back the memory, letting it resurface during the occasional TV commercial.
We ordered two medium pizzas with the works. With delivery and taxes, it came to $32 which seemed pretty steep, but I didn’t care. I had just watched Bon Jovi work 33,000 people into a frenzy and now I wanted to rekindle the memory of forgotten pizza love. $32 was the price of admission.
I was not disappointed. It was exactly how I remembered it… right down to the garlic butter, and the hot pepper included in the box. I dipped my crusts and enjoyed every bite.
We looked at the Papa John’s Canadian website. Not only was I surprised to see that Moncton was the only location in New Brunswick, they are the only location in Atlantic Canada. Even more surprising, there are only 4 locations in Ontario, and only 1 in British Columbia. For some reason there are 14 locations in Alberta, more than the rest of the country combined. I have no idea what’s up with that.
A two hour drive seems a little much to go for pizza, but now I have another option when I’m travelling through Moncton and want to stop for a bite to eat.
Thanks Papa John’s… Thanks for the memories!
It’s taken me this long to be able to gather all of my thoughts together regarding the concert. Wow. What a great time! Perfect weather. You couldn’t ask for better weather. The rain held off, it wasn’t hot, it wasn’t cold. We walked to the concert, which was a bit of an adventure itself. The crowd was completely managable. Supposedly there were over 30,000 people there, but I sure didn’t feel like I was fighting for room to move around.
As far as the show itself… wow… That band can play! That man can sing! Everything from the 80s, 90s, and today. They played for a solid two hours, and even got into some stuff that wasn’t theirs but might as well have been. I was a little nervous when they finished up without playing “Living on a Prayer”, but they came back with it as the final shout-out in their encore. The place went nuts.
Definitely an experience!
Just a short note before I head up to Moncton to see Bon Jovi in my first outdoor concert. I’ve travelled to see Phil Collins and Genesis in Boston and Montreal, and I’ve seen a few concerts in Saint John, but I’ve never been to one of the large outdoor concerts at Magnetic Hill. Until now. I’m pretty excited about the whole thing. I hope that it lives up to my expectations. I pity the poor people who have to listen to me belt out some of my favourite Bon Jovi tunes… hehe… good times! Here’s hoping that the weather cooperates… even a little..
It’s Thursday, so it’s time to play “How Much Did Gas Go Up Now?”. Since the government brought in gas regulation more than a year ago, it’s become a bit of a game trying to figure out which way the price/litre is moving on any given Thursday. Tis the season for sunshine, camping trips and long scenic drives, so it’s really only a given that the price of gas goes up, way up. And that’s precisely what many people thought last night as they swarmed the pumps before the weekly price adjustment took effect at midnight.
One of the guys at work went down to wait in line for his gas. I couldn’t be bothered. I’ve never been much of a person to wait in line, and my sanity is worth more to me than saving a couple of dollars. Yes, I’m well aware that a prudent consumer would not hesitate to sit in that line, but I figure that I’ve blown money on all sorts of useless purchases over the years, and I’m not about to wait to fill up my tank.
So at 4am I went out for my break and filled up. Obviously I wasn’t too worried about a line at that hour.
As I was standing there, pumping my gas, I looked at the price. $1.007/litre. Hmm… that’s odd. It was $1.039/litre before midnight. So it actually went DOWN by over 3 cents? This can not be! What about all those people (including my co-worker) who had braved the crowds and sat there with their engines idling away because they didn’t want to pay more?
Hmm.. I guess they were wrong.
I could have gone back to work and simply told my co-worker that the price had decreased. He probably would have grumbled a little, and pointed out that his “plan” works most times. I’m sure that it does. But that wouldn’t have been much fun. No, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to get a rare dig in.
When I got back to the office he asked me how much I had paid for gas.
“A buck-ten” I told him.
Wow. The gloating came on instantly! “I told ya! Should have listened to me! You should have gone down before midnight”.
I just sat back and enjoyed the anticipation of the moment where I would dash his spirits. Finally I could not wait any longer.
“Oh, did I say a buck-ten? I’m sorry. I was never very good at math. Actually it was just over a dollar… oops.. sorry”
The look on his face. I wish I had a camera.
That’s ok though. I have no doubt that next Thursday the pricing anomaly will have corrected itself, and it’ll probably be up 6 cents.
And if you’re curious where the cheapest gas in the province is, try this site. (It’s incredibly hard to see that there’s a link there, with this theme, and I don’t plan on keeping this one long, but I thought that it was interesting and wanted to showcase it for a period of time)
My boss tapped me on the shoulder this week and asked me to come talk to him. Hmm… OK… Turns out that with all the retirements scheduled, they are juggling people within different groups, trying to fix some operational holes. The boss of one group is losing people, and he’d like to steal me over to his group as a replacement. When I asked the obvious question “Why me?” the answer was “You’re the most technically savy of our group”.
I suppose that I should be flattered.
At face value, I can see why some people might be interested in moving to the new group. The technology is up and coming VoIP (Voice over Internet Protocol) and one day all our telephone calls will travel seamlessly over the internet backbone. But for me, the decision was easy.
I sat down and tried to weight the pros and cons. I had quite a list of cons, and I realistically could not come up with a single pro… at least for ME. Some young whipper-snapper looking to stay in the technical field would probably jump at the opportunity, but I’m a long way from that now. I couldn’t justify taking a pay cut (the position does not work weekends or holidays, which normally adds a significant chunk of change to my paltry pay cheque over the course of the year), to work sporadic shift work (as opposed to my well-defined shift work), in a technical field which really doesn’t interest me any more. Sure, I have an IP background, and I’m sure that I would catch on to this new stuff easily enough, but my heart wouldn’t be in it. I didn’t bust my ass this year to complete my BBA (business degree) only to take a lateral move that quite literally is only 10 feet from where I’m currently sitting. No, my next move is off this floor, and quite possibly out of this building. I don’t know when it’s going to happen, but I’m not going to deviate from the plan unless something amazing happens.
I met with the boss who wanted to steal me away, and stopped him as soon as he started his pitch. I thanked him for considering me, but told him that I was not interested in moving, and laid out some of the reasons why. There are a couple of others, but no one else needs to know those. He seemed to appreciate where I was coming from, and thanked me for being honest with him. He doesn’t want someone who isn’t going to be happy there.
Now to see if I shot myself in the foot or not.
To top it all off, as a pleasant surprise, one of my co-workers gave me a rare compliment and told me that I did a really good job with the fire alarm that we had the other day. I tried to downplay it, of course, but he insisted, and I grudgingly shut up. I hate when that fire alarm goes off, and this particular time it was not a false alarm. There was no fire, but we did have a piece of equipment spark up, which caused the evacuation of the building. It was my job to locate the problem and make the announcements, which apparently were well received.
All in a day’s work…
Jon cheated on Kate. Kate cheated on Jon. The Children’s Protection people are worried about the cameras in the kids’ faces all the time. Who’s getting paid? Who’s not? Now Jon and Kate are getting divorced…
Apparently this “reality” show has been on the air for a few seasons, and I’ve somehow managed to remain blissfully ignorant until rumours of an affair were plastered upon every supermarket tabloid in existence. And yet I asked myself… “Who are these people? And why do I care?”
When your big claim to fame is that you have 8 kids, I think that a reality show is pretty much at the bottom of the list of things you should be concerned about. But hey, that’s just me. It’s bad enough that we’re concerned with the inner-workings of the lives of celebrities. Now there’s an entire nation of Jon and Kate followers wailing at the idea of their favourite happily married couple falling apart… and what this means to their show.
Does anybody really care?
I was doing so well! Really, I was! I don’t treat myself to anything big anymore. Not since I decided to get my finances straightened out, and get my debt paid off as quickly as possible. So this was going to be a huge accomplishment for me. The sort of thing that is virtually unheard of. Yes, that’s right… I’ve been quietly putting money aside for the better part of a year now to upgrade my current hand-me-down TV to something beautiful. Something shiny. Something flat. A true work of art. And I’d carefully nurtured that TV fund to the point where I’d been able to walk into FutureShop and stand confidently in front of the display models and proclaim that I would soon be back! When the time was right. When I could no longer hold off. When the funds were screaming to be released. 32″… 37″… 42″… 46″… LCD… Plasma… the possibilities were endless… well, within the limited confines of my cash-only policy, that is! It would be a glorious day indeed.
And then the battery light appeared on my dashboard.
Cursed the gods of ill chance! I swear that I want to push this car off the nearest cliff some days.
The odd thing is that I had been praising the car recently. After the money that I had dumped into it at Christmas, it appeared to be working quite well. Oh sure, this month the MVI was due, and that was going to cost me a little. After 7 years the car was beginning to show its age. It was expected that things would start to wear out.
But that damn light meant something else. Something not good.
“It’s your alternator”, she told me cheerily.
Of course it was.
“It’s $400+ and we don’t have any in stock at the moment” I’ve forgotten the exact price. I think that I went into some form of arrest as soon as I heard the amount. I actually swore over the phone.
“But we can also get one from somewhere else, at a better price”
I started to calm down a little. It was still going to cost me. And then they needed to install it, of course. That would take some time. And time is money. But what choice did I have?
“Go ahead and fix it”
After hanging up, I looked at my account balance for my TV fund. I wrote the number on a pad of paper that I was using for other things. A few hours later, she called back with the total. I wrote that number directly underneath the first number. They were nearly identical. The top one was larger by about $20. It was uncanny, actually.
Bye-Bye Mon TV Fund.
My gas tank was on empty, so I threw the remaining $20 in there.
Current balance: $0.00.
Yeah, I know.. it’s just a TV…
I’ve kinda gone a little crazy with the plugins for the site. A lot of it happens behind the scenes, so you might not notice all the changes. Certainly things like the truncated postings, and top statistics are noticeable as soon as you look at the blog. I’m not sure what the end result is going to look like, but I’m having fun (and learning a lot) by going through each of these. Some of it isn’t working as well as I had hoped. You’re supposed to be able to email interesting posts to people. Well.. IF I had interesting posts, that is 🙂 But that doesn’t seem to be working. Yet.
Feel free to tell me sometime what you like or dislike. I’m also trying to add a top commenter option, but it doesn’t seem to be working either. That’s fine. I’ll get it all sorted out here, so I can roll it out in other (more targeted) blogs.
333 is a great number. Three threes. Read it forward. Read it backward. Jumble the numbers around. It doesn’t change anything. It is as constant now as it was before. Three Hundred and Thirthy Three.
Today is a Monday. Mondays are never fun days. Mondays are days when I wish that I could just go back to bed and forget about Everything else. Unfortunately, that’s not really possible today. So I’ll trudge through another day and see what happens on the flip side.
And it’s raining.
I’ve borrowed that line from Blink 182. It’s one of those great lines that I’ve listened to for years, and always tucked away in the back of my mind, knowing that one day I would use it for something.
That time is now.
Exactly one month ago, to the minute, I received a message that changed Everything. Since then, I’ve been trying to figure out exactly what happened. Where did I go wrong? Could I have done anything better? Certainly I could have probably handled things better, but would it have made any difference in the end? That’s the million dollar question. Was the outcome inevitable? I’ll never know.
It’s been a long month.