Yes, we have no bananas...

I just got back from opening day of the latest REAL Great Canadian Superstore. They built it on the site of some old army barracks in the east end, rather nearer to my house than the one I presently frequent. This one is a seven minute drive as opposed to a twenty minute scoot up the road to the pricier one in the shi shi part of town. The only thing missing is the Chapters/Sbux Money-Sucking Combo next door. I'll look for a comment card box next time I'm in, as they should be aware of all my addictions.

Once I got inside the door, I just stopped and took a beat to appreciate the newness of a spankin' new store. All the fruit was just so, the fish counter looked beautifully laid out and there wasn't a box of anything out of place for the first minute or so. I'm guessing you can tell I enjoy my grocery shopping time, esepcially when I'm carrying The Boy's debit card!

I got a message from my old boss yesterday that I'm afeared to return. I suspect she wants to call me back temporarily to help with the buildup of OSAP applications that the other Old Biddy Slackasses in the office haven't been able to manage doing. The applications always take a back seat to the stirring up of shit among the college support staff and the writing up of grievances. Yes, it's a job and yes, I do it well but I want to weep when I think that this is the only job I've been able to procure in almost five years. Is it possible it's the only job I deserve?