Today I will be beyond Hope

Well, here I am, on my way to fabulous downtown Vernon - hub of culture, commerce, and industry that it is.

If you are waiting for the pictures from Sanctuary last night, I probably won't have a chance to post them until tomorrow evening. My return flight won't get me home until late this evening.

Value

I'm sitting here at the terminal, rather bored, sipping on the bucket of coffee that came with the grease-on-a-bun breakfast I got from A&W. I'm watching people line up at the Starbucks in the terminal here and while I like Starbucks, my entire breakfast, including this bucket of coffee, cost less than a tall latté.

Gah

So I'm sitting in a cubicle in the basement of the “head office” that is the I.T. ghetto. In front of me is a “Teamwork” poster featuring a picture of a racing sail-boat and the caption, “If everyone is moving forward together, then success takes care of itself.” *vomit*

Behind me are 437 printed out pictures of the usual owner's rugrats in assorted “cute” poses that mostly look psychotic. *puke*

To the side are picture of “hot cars” that the guy can't afford and 14th generation degraded fax jokes. *wretch*

The cubicle is grey-blue and the desk is brown. *hurl*

On the other side of the wall the guys are gossiping and recounting tales of putting offensive background images on people's computers. *you get the idea by now*

If I had to work here I think I would last about 7 months before coming to work with a fully automatic rifle.

Bored Bored Bored

At the moment I am sitting in the terminal at the Kelowna airport and I am bored out of my mind. There is only so much surfing I can do on my Blackberry. I've read my friends list repeatedly. The only television is in the bar area but the barmaid is unbelievably shrill and won't shut up.

I seem to be the only male here under 60 not wearing a baseball cap or a hoodie. And that's not to say there aren't men over 60 wearing baseball caps, just that there happens to be two that aren't.