I live in a Giant Bucket pt 2

so regardless of how busy my days tend to be, a large (in size, not activity) customer showed up for an audit of our facility this morning. it was replete with the yay and the woohoo, but utterly vacant with the efficient morning and the 'look, got some work done.'
it must be nice (in a way) to be a 60,000+ per year cog in one of those larger companies. you have clearly defined responsibilities and are protected by ISO (nope. not my job description.)
you can 'pretend' to work, and use words like 'action items' and 'synergy' and 'comprehensive belligerence aimed directly at my cranium from that Carlo guy sitting on the other side of the boardroom table.'

tonight i have a thing up in st. sauveur. a friend of a friend's restaurant is turning 3 years old (that means it was born 3 years ago, for all you brunos out there...), and i sorta have to go.

suxxors that i can't bring ali up with me, but:
a) i'm already up in mirabel (30 km's away from sauveur).
b) i will finish at 4:30 at the earliest.
c) ali works down down deep in downtown montreal.
d) the 15 north is down with its bad traffic self going north from montreal at 5:00...

mmmmm...tasty farm apple.
no, that's not a euphamism (sp?) for anything. it means a tasty (pleasing flavour) farm (purchased directly from the orchard's owner at the orchard itself) apple (fruit).

toodles,
carlo