A Canadian Remembering 9/11 And Other Shenanigans.

I remember a decade ago from today, I was in the sixth grade sitting on the swing set with my best friend before the school bell rang.

This is when I first found out about the disaster of 9/11.

I mean sure, I’m Canadian, so a lot of Americans don’t understand why a lot of us are sombre about the events of that day. But really Canada and the states are so similar and tight knit, it doesn’t really matter we different countries, and our economies are so interwoven we directly affect each other. Not just that though, Canada plays a huge role in the war against terrorism, especially by taking over a lot of the duties of the United States Army in Afghanistan. I mean I even know a number of great Canadian people that have died serving the war against terrorism. These are people that I went to camp with, did some of my military training with and befriended over the last decade. So of course the events of that day affect us just as much as many Americans.

Pardon the language I’m about to use, but a decade ago from today, when I was merely in sixth grade, is when I realized that the world is fucked. I mean I don’t really like thinking into it very much, I know a lot about politics, government and the worlds affairs; its all a scary aspect that shouldn’t be disregarded. But in a way, its kinda sad that it takes events like 9/11, the assassination of JFK, declaration of war against Germany and the bombing of Pearl Harbor are what it takes to make me remember exactly what I was doing that day.

Even though its a decade since that horrible disaster, I’m going to turn it over to a bit happier of a note. I don’t like being morbid all the time, I like making people smile and being happy myself nonstop.

News!

I shaved off my beard last night. I felt kinda weird; I had it for a while and it grew on me a lot, now I think I look a little odd. Even my sister and a couple of my co-workers told me that I look funny without my beard. I’m sure it’ll be back soon, I just need a better grooming kit first, it was starting to get a little bit of a hassle and not look so clean.

After shaving though, I began to wonder if I should get my haircut too. It’s been about six months since my last one, which is the wait time I usually take before cutting it. Generally when I cut it, I get it pretty short. I always tell the snazzy haircutting artist lady to use a number 5 razor on me. Last time I did that, the lady was pretty shocked, she said, “Are you sure you want to go THAT short?!”.

I guess if I do, it’ll be pretty spontaneous, or in response to other people suggesting its time to cut my hair. Or maybe I should go to other extremes and dye it pink or something! But then again, my boss at work would probably kill me…

Oh! One more thing! I was approved for student funding, so guess whose going to return to California for New Years?! That’s right, TYSIE! I’m pretty excited, and I’ll probably get my airline ticket soon before it starts getting too expensive. I’ll stay with the same people that I always stay with, they are pretty awesome and fun. Plus the only people I know there, I kinda wish I knew a few more folks in the states though, that way I have more places to crash and hang when I’m travelling through; because I do that quite a lot.

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A Tough Day On The Job

6 AM.

That’s when I worked this morning. It’s usually my favorite shift too since it goes by so fast all the time and I get off at 2 PM, so a big chunk of the day is still ahead of me. But today it was just horrible! One of those days where anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.

First, when I went to work I was a little bit groggy, usually after my breakfast I’m wide awake and singing away “GOOD MORNING! GOOD MORNING!”  to everybody that’s around. But now that I think of it, I didn’t even sing a single song at work today, which never happens! It wasn’t from my groggyness though, it was mostly from everything else.

We have really bad staff at the restaurant. I mean they are very nice, pretty funny and easy to get along with; but they are horrendously unreliable. So I got a phone call just as I was opening the restaurant from my 8 AM prep person, and she’s calling in sick. I knew she wasn’t sick, just hung over since she threw a party at her house last night. But I still had to take her word and not let her come to work since we can’t have any sick people touching the food at the restaurant. At first though, I was alright with her being “sick”, but then after calling the other people that had the day off to come, I began to get a little perturbed. Nobody answered their phones or already had big plans today and couldn’t come in to work. Not even the restaurant owner would answer the phone. So finally I just decided to call my afternoon person to come in early and work, even though he didn’t know how to cook breakfast at all.

When he got there, I put him to work doing the prep, like sterilizing fresh veggies and preparing some sauces for later while I would do all the cooking, which is usually a three person job on the weekends.

As the afternoon approached, it was getting quite busy there and I had to cook at a lightning pace to keep up with all the orders, plus teach my prep person how to prep everything too.

I didn’t even really get a break, just took a couple minutes to shovel some soup down my throat basically.

Then when the afternoon arrived and it was full out busy, the Stock Man came with all of our fresh food. So I had to go back and forth between the kitchen to cook, then back to the freezer to put some stock away. Putting stock away isn’t an easy task neither. Getting twenty boxes of fries that weigh fifty pounds each and several boxes of chicken meat that weigh at least seventy pounds each isn’t exactly an easy task; plus all the hamburger meat and everything else on top too. Don’t get me started on the massive boxes of lettuce and tomatoes neither…

This Guy Isn't Having a Very Good Day Neither

When I finished all that up, I noticed that my prep person was moving excruciatingly slow and barely got anything done. So I had to whip together a lot of what I needed to cook.

But then I ran out of Mustard.

It doesn’t take long to get some mustard, it hangs on the wall in a huge sack with eight Litres of mustard inside. So I grabbed myself a container and pressed the little lever thing for some mustard and the lever just popped off. Completely broke free into my hand. So now there was eight Litres of mustard on the floor, my pants, apron and shoes. It even full out stained the wall yellow and I’m not even sure how long that took to clean up…

Finally though, at 1:30 PM, it started to slow down. So I sent my prep boy on a thirty minute break and spent that entire half hour getting absolutely every bit of prep done, washing all the dishes that ended up piling up and cleaning the place up for the next shift that was to come in after me.

Lastly, I had to stay an extra half hour past my shift too because the girl that was coming in after me ended up being late.

There were a couple of other incidences, but I think that’s enough of a rant for one day. Thanks for listening.

 

In better news though, I booked a Whitewater rafting expedition for Tuesday on the highest class of whitewater you can get. Meaning its going to be a very wild ride and quite dangerous. I can’t wait!

 

“Some days are for living. Others are for getting through.” – Malcolm S. Forbes

 

Tyson Trepidations.

There’s No Words To Describe A Smile

Today I was working a dayshift over at the restaurant, it wasn’t too bad of a day neither. But during the first shift change, when one of my co-workers came in, I noticed that she must have been crying a lot today. Her eyes were all red, had that bit of sparkle to them that said they were crying and plus her attitude hinted towards the fact as well. Being me of course, I felt a little bad and wanted to cheer her up a bit. I don’t know why, but when someone around me has been having a bad day or anything of the sort, I’m not really the type of person who will just brush it off and ignore it. Even if its somebody I don’t know. So I started to do what I do best.

Of course I gave her a hug first, I didn’t ask what was wrong or anything, I’m not going to prolong whatever it is that’s making her feel down. Plus, if she felt she needed to tell someone, she know’s I’m an excellent listener. I’m an even better hugger though, everyone at camp told me that I give the best bear hugs ever, so that actually makes me a bit proud of the skill. Plus, I love hugs! I think they are the best when you or someone else is feeling a little less than normal, they are always the perfect pick uppers. When I hugged her though, I could tell that she appreciated it and that’s the feeling that makes me know today was a good day because I could help make somebody elses a little better. It’s who I am.

Of course though, for anyone that knows me, they know I wont stop until I accomplish getting a smile. So my mission wasn’t over yet in trying to pick up one of my workmates day.

After working with her a few times, I know what she appreciates, and that is someone who’s sincere and has that kind of humour as well. So I started to tell her a story about when I was eleven. It was about this one time (when I was eleven obviously), I really wanted to see that movie Jaws. I thought it looked really awesome but my parents didn’t want me watching it, so I never was allowed. But one night, it was on TV at 2 AM, so I snuck out of bed and into the living room just to watch Jaws. Probably not the best of my ideas neither, considering the entire time I was watching it, I didn’t move a muscle because I was so creeped out from the movie and too scared to even twitch. Even when the movie ended, I didn’t get up from the couch because I was too afraid to make it all the way to my room. So needless to say, I ended up spending the night on the couch, without even a wink of sleep. I never did tell my parents about that neither, I just pretended I was up before them the next morning to get ready for school. The worst part though, was the constant nightmares for almost a week because of that movie! I don’t remember what they were about, I just remember they caused some pretty rough nights.

Of course I threw some jokes in there though when I told my co-worker, and she seemed to appreciate it all, I think I even saw a bit of a curl of a smile in the corner of her lips. But unfortunately I wasn’t paying attention enough to read into that microexpression.

After I caught that hint of a bit of a smile though, I knew the one thing that would seal the deal, it always worked and never failed. It’s something that I learned from one of the safety officers we had when I went on a trip to Calgary as a non-commissioned officer in Cadets. Her name was Captain Anderson, and everytime we were unloading the bus, she felt the need to get a smile out of everyone before they climbed off at the destination. So while you approached her, she would say really loudly “SSSSMMMIIIIILLLLLEEE!” and really annoyingly I might add as well. She always did it in quite a high pitched voice and dragged the ‘I’ sound quite a lot as well. Sadly for her, it didn’t work as well as she anticipated. Although, to me, I knew it was all about the execution to get it to work and I perfected what she wasn’t able to do.

So if we rewind a bit…

Ljankdjf ajkdfnkadjkfa danjf bmadjkfnajds fahjdnfna *Moves really fast backwards* kaskdj adfn adnfjsd fakndfn ajd naf

As soon as I saw what I thought was a crack of a smile I looked my fellow worker in the eye, gave her a crooked smile of my own and said excruciatingly loudly, high pitched and with that emphasis on the ‘I’, “SMIIIIIILLEEE!” and just for a good measure, I added a really quick but sharp “SMILE!” afterwards. It worked just how it was supposed to and I knew I successfully completed my mission when I saw that huge grin spread across her face.

So there’s a bit of a glimpse in what I try to accomplish everyday when I can. I love making people smile and when I do, I know that day wasn’t a waste at all because I could do so. In a way, its what I live for and I think I do a pretty good job too if I don’t say so myself.

Where people may propose that a picture can say a thousand words, I propose that a smile can make a thousand words seem like nothing, just the feeling of getting one smile out of somebody who needs it is beyond any of the best words to describe it. So keep that in mind next time you see someone who’s having a bad day, even if you don’t know them.

 

“Let us always meet each other with smile, for the smile is the beginning of love” – Mother Teresa

 

Tyson Trepidations.

Life’s What You Make It, So Smile!

Today I have been a bit of a grumpy old bear. Its something that’s built up basically as a result of a mixture of a lot of things.

Mostly, those have been just annoyances with my parents, I’m really tired of being back at home. They ask way too many questions and its always the same questions over again. Plus they smoke and get everything smelly. I find that extremely disrespectful and it bothers me… A tonne.

Adding to that is their house, its so out of the way and far from everything, I can never really connect with my friends or do anything worthwhile.

Not to mention their cats that get hair everywhere! Makes me want to tear out my own hair… And eyeballs!

Adding to that, my application got rejected to an apartment I applied to. Normally that’s fine because it’s usually just a chance and your competing with others for the available places. But with this one, I worked it out to be basically a sure thing, but to add to it, they didn’t even inform me that my application was declined.

Besides that, there are a tonne of small things that have been annoying and bothering me as well.

The weather isn’t helping neither.

I’m ready to move on and get this summer finished with. If school started tomorrow, I wouldn’t think that would be a bad thing either. So I’m setting a goal to never let this happen again. Next summer I’m going to try and get a job with Parks Canada or something of the sort, and enjoy the time I have off. Plus, maybe finally travel to Malaysia and Singapore!

With that rant out of the way though, I am usually a very happy and optimistic person. Whenever people meet me they always tell me that I’m so down to earth, easy to get along with and super positive.

Which I am.

I’m always looking at the glass half full, giving my all, looking for answers and accepting what happens. There are always certain things I constantly tell people around me. Those being, “Life’s what you make it, so you gotta make it right”, “The world always looks brighter from behind a smile”, and “All you need is love!”.

Whenever I’m at work too, you can always catch me singing! Most of the time its love songs, but every time it shows what kind of mood I’m in. So when you hear the love songs, that’s a good thing. Along with “Copa Cabana”, Ke$ha, and any Corey Hart to make the sun shine on me.

But for right now, I know that tomorrow will bring a lot better of a day. So expect some love songs to come echoing out of the kitchen at work, accompanied by one crazy looking cook.

 

“Things don’t go wrong and break your heart so you can become bitter and give up. They happen to break you down and build you up so you can be all that you were intended to be” – Samuel Johnson

 

Tyson Trepidations.