The Action Plan is starting to be painful
Let the weekend begin. The dog is back, with a cone and booties (more Martian than ever). The household can now return to regular sleep interruptions. In the news, there may be a new tariff slapped on personal music players, although the finance minister is quick to reassure that this is not the same thing as a tax. I feel better. And in the workplace, yet another department was saved from dribbling on their printed pages by the act of replacing the toner cartridge.
In the economic sector, the country lost more jobs. Fifty thousand plus. Maybe they can get hired on as EI Inspectors. Seriously, if the government’s Action Plans get any edgier, we’re in for a bumpy ride. Thanks, Steve-O, for your wisdom. I’m not bitter (yet), but an election might lift my spirits.
The “chicken dealer” of the continent (who will remain nameless, as he hides behind his beard) has decided to go “boneless”. Seems that the buying public not only wants their fat, they want it fast ‘n easy. Stripping flesh from bones is hard work. Our carnivorous ancestors are doing a collective “face palm”.
Tourism is booming in North Korea.
More summer concerts locally, although when I see the price points, I wince. How much would you pay to hear Celine, or Sir Paul, or the Stones (maybe). Sorry, not nearly enough. This is a cash-driven culturefest, and although most of it will take place while I am “away on holidays”, the lead up will be noisy. How much should the taxpayer throw into supporting what is obviously a lucrative marketplace?
