Labour Standards. Hah!

Okay, so a post or two ago I mentioned that Christian complains about his job. He's winning me over, because yeah, he seems to be getting the shaft an awful lot at work these days. The funny thing is, his employer isn't doing a thing wrong from a strictly legal sense. And we have Nova Scotia's archaic labour laws to thank for this. Minimum wage: $6.50 an hour. Breaks (coffee and lunch) are at the employer's discretion--there's no provision for them in the standard. No definition for what constitutes "full-time" hours. You have to work a whopping 48 hours before you get into overtime territory. Nice. I'm off to count my blessings now. (Number one: cushy government job.)

Did B.A. Johnston Fart?

No. He did not. But something in that chili he made seems to be having an effect on me.

So far Christian's turning out to be a pretty good roommate. He lets me eat his food, said that I could have some of his beer (he bought a two-four for the two-four weekend), and doesn't leave much in the way of mess around the house. And last night he provided endless fodder for the Stolen Minks to make fun of during their recording session (they kid because they love. And because they were all drinking.) The only downside is that he complains about his job a lot. But hey, I've been known to do my fair share of work-bitching as well, so I can overlook that.

So thumbs up for Mr. Johnston. Now start posting, you lazy fat chud.

New Recruit!

Welcome back. I plan on making more regular posts (how many times have infrequent bloggers made that promise. Well this time it's true. Except quite possibly not true.) The reason? Because I know you love to be entertained by the inner goings on of life at the Ranch. And because I have a new roommate! It promises to be a fun and eventful summer. Originally I said yes to him moving in because I thought he had a helper monkey, but apparently certain stories have been greatly exaggerated. No sign of a deep fat fryer either. But lots of DVD box sets of TV shows! woo! Last night I got my first taste of Mr. Show. Great stuff, until the DVD started freezing and skipping. When I took it out I discovered some kind of gooey substance on the bottom of the DVD. Some things are best not to think about.

I'm hoping that Christian will start posting here as well. Then he can start dishing stuff out about me as well. Like how I have created Mount Shirtsnpants in the laundry room. Or my tendency to mumble meaningless things (and often repeat them several times) in the shower. Or he could always just write a bunch of songs about me.