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Finished Friday doing dummy 101 labourer work for the week. Tally at end $10/hr. That’s after I dropped and stopped working as skilled labourer at a great rate of $11.50/hr being dropped back down to $10.

That’s enough of that being dumb, dumber and stupidest in Calgary.

I’ll go back when I need a break.

In the meantime – worked for cash on Saturday doing roofing work – hey look at that loved my work and wants me back. Great $20/hr for 12 hrs work. Managed more in a single day than 8 hr @ $10. Well it’s a bump up and I absolutely loved being outside in the fresh outdoor air without all the contaminated toxic shit doing 101 labour.

Them the beans. Oh, and since the general consensus was that I was going to do roofing based on past history, it’s obvious that no idiot was in charge of stealing my 2 pairs of socks out of my backpack the night before. As the staff member at the Drop In Center stated so aptly this morning – what do you expect from a bunch of homeless hobos??? Well first of all, taking 4 stinky socks and running away with only that, but leaving behind the whole backpack indicates something more than the capabable IQ of vagrant hobos on the loose.

And to make sure that the money stayed exactly where it was supposed to be – in my pocket – I deposited the whole $240 right into the bank account. No sticky fingers stuck with newly printed bills on the run. Would have reminded me to much of last September and the theft of my $800 from my room and jean pocket at that.

Now…. today which I thought was Mother’s Day is in fact next week. Nothing on the menu except being lazy taking in the Sun’s ray’s for a second day all the while listening to a poor soul’s lost tale of being done in. Well, at least it made me feel good about me doing something about my situation – 🙂

And as I’ve noticed…. the games continue with the coffee. Shall I state the obvious once more. This time caught it fast enough to stop drinking the contaminated shit.

Reeks of desperation doesn’t it. Gonna have to be on my toes to watch all those waitresses here and there. Today’s Sunday morning breakfast and last week’s wings really have me watching where all the attempts to kill me are coming from.

I’ll keep documenting and it’ll be accountable when the bill comes due. You can bet your sweet asses on that promise. It’s already a slam dunk.

It’s a good thing I knew how and what drug button to push to open up the spigot of stupidity. I’m sure more is on it’s way and I’ll just keep adding to the tally.

Ciao