The FOG!

We've had some pea-soup fog the past two days. On Monday, from the store, I couldn't see beyond the second streetlight off the main road. It's been like that ever since, although it burned off for a short while this afternoon... but now it's back. It's so dim outside it looks like early evening, and I've had to turn on the living room lamp so I can see my keyboard.

I heard Kingston (ON) might get a rare winter thunderstorm the other evening, and I was hoping we'd get the same. No such luck so far. But you never know. Those of you who love a good storm know the feeling.

The fog rising from the farmlands and golf course and fields has been ghostly and beautiful. If I had a better camera and a really kick-ass lens, I could've got some nice photos.

We've had a fair bit of rain, too, which has cleared the sidewalks and streets and made them less treacherous. This is a Good Thing in view of my resolution to walk more this winter.

I can see now why the evil hotel worried about my ability to get to work on time, come to think of it. With more than 100 cm of snow so far this winter, there were many mornings when a taxi would have been my only option. And when you have to work two full hours to pay a cab both ways, it wasn't really sound financial sense.

(Still, I'm happy the hotel backed down and paid me the outstanding balance, otherwise they would have been responsible for all court and lawyers' costs.)

Oh, and on a related note for the two of you (Jeez Louise and Emperor Eduardo) who asked how the ex co-worker helped me get fired from the hotel job. Well, one day a poker machine ran out of paper and it was one of two machines that has a quite complex system. Changing the paper roll wasn't as simple as doing so in a basic calculator or even cash register. So I was trying to change the thing and was obviously missing one step, because it wasn't working. I asked co-worker E. (who is also a neighbour) to give me a hand.

And she couldn't get it right, either.

At last, we both called upon the boss to help us.

Within a few minutes, co-worker E. was heard muttering to the boss (IN FRONT OF A FRIEND OF MINE SITTING WITHIN EARSHOT) that I was inept and slow.

Not the smartest thing to do, honey.

And you know, karma notwithstanding, I am somewhat vengeful when I have been wronged. I think, however, as Louise said in a recent comment, karma was fulfilled when said neighbour crashed into the snowbank next to my apartment. I found out what I'd suspected: that she had indeed taken the corner too fast, seen Friend B's car parked there, and swerved at the last moment.

All I can say is.... HAH.

I can be a Dolores Claiborne when I want to.