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Dear Loyal Readers (both of you):
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The lost dogs and twisted stitches of my life...
Dear Loyal Readers (both of you):
One day after I wrote about my neighbourhood and its vibrant, eclectic blend of ethnicities and cultures, trouble exploded in a little karaoke bubble tea joint up the street. Several young men got into an argument, and a Chinese student was shot once in the head and his best friend was shot ten times. The assailant(s) fled the scene, and despite the fact that the shootings took place in full view of a full bar, the identity of the assailant was unknown. Word on the street was that it was gang-related, had something to do with grow-ops, and the shooter was Vietnamese.
My niece Lindsay was born on January 3, 1984. This is the birthday that sets the stage for all the other birthdays of the year. It comes right on the heels of Christmas, and every year it’s the same story – all of a sudden it has come and gone and I’ve missed it again! Since I miss Lindsay’s birthday, it wouldn’t be right to show preferential treatment to all the other nieces and nephews by remembering their birthdays! So every year I skip all their birthdays and swear I’m gonna start the year off right with Lindsay’s birthday.
This year I really really mean it. I’m going to knit her a scarf in black and turquoise popcorn yarn to go with her new black coat. Today’s December 17. I have to get to the yarn store this weekend, knit the scarf over the next few days and get it in the mail before Christmas. Boy is she gonna be surprised!
I love my neighbourhood. I'm tucked into the pockets of both Chinatown and Little Italy, and there's a good sprinkling of Vietnamese, Cambodian, Somalian and other cultures here too. The diverse clothing, people, languages, activities, lifestyles, restaurants, spices and aromas, gardens...it all combines to make an interesting, trippy little neighbourhood. It's like a big old pot of soup, and it keeps getting better as the various flavours blend and harmonize.
My peacock Cherry Tree Hill clapotis yarn arrived today from Sandra Singh, and it is gorgeous! I love it. It's beautiful to look at and luxurious to touch. Everything in me wants me to cast on today, but I am saving it until all my Christmas knitting is finished. I might even wrap it up and put it under the tree as a gift for myself.
Below is a copy of a letter that won a competition in UK as complaint letter of the year...have a laugh and read on.
I’m still seething, but the scotch is starting to kick in now. I’ll be okay soon. I have been battling Bell since August over a $49.99 charge for a satellite dish they never installed because I cancelled the order when they tried to charge me $75 for installation after quoting me $0.
I have written letters and emails, and I have ridden their incredibly aggravating merry-go-round of a voice system more times than I care to remember. I’ve been ignored, hung up on, put on hold permanently, passed around, thrown into endless loops, and subjected to many, many hours of forced advertising while on hold. I’ve been promised my credit several times, but never received it. I’ve been lied to. I’ve been told “I have no supervisor” when I’ve asked to speak to supervisors.
It’s so frustrating to listen to that obsequious recording saying “your call is important to us. Please continue holding and we’ll be happy to take care of you as soon as we can. Have you heard about our new…”
At this point I’m so mad I could cry. They put me on hold until the office closed today. And the worst of it is, I hate when I get to the point where I’m taking it out on some low-wage Bell worker, because it’s not their fault they work for a huge soul-sucking monopoly with an intentionally rotten system of customer service.
I won’t give up though, even though the aggravation is not worth the $50. I’m stubborn.