||[Apr. 16th, 2016|06:46 pm]
While Trudeau is handling things much better than I had anticipated, he's done things I don't like and he won't have my support until he eliminates the disgusting Charter-violating surveillance law he voted in favour of when exxxxxxxxxxxxxx-Prime Minister Stephen Harper had us in his dark grip. Still, I am pro-actively feeling sorry for him because when the rest of the world notices him doing stuff they don't like, all of that adoration will turn into venom real fast.|
I'm looking for a part-time job, and I find it hilarious how many ads offer "flexible" hours as a benefit, which is code for having to work nights and weekends with an ever-changing schedule. I don't mind nights and weekends, but I will not work at a place that changes the schedule every week or, even worse, basically expects employees to wait by the phone to be called in at a moments notice. I can't imagine a place that treats its employees so disrespectfully being anything but toxic.
But what was particularly scary is that shortly after I put my resume up on a job database, I was contacted by an investment agency - or whatever you call it - offering a position as a "consultant." I would be expected to give people advice about investing their money. There is nothing on my resume indicating I have the education, training, or experience to do that. I would never do that even if my income wouldn't be based solely on commissions. Anyway, if you're looking for a firm for advice on investments, check out who the agency hires.
A friend of mine introduced me to pickle ball last Sunday. That's a real thing. It's a racket sport with a very small court, plastic paddles for rackets, a plastic ball a little bigger than a tennis ball, and weird rules. I'm used to tennis and my friend is used to badminton, so we had different reasons for being awkward with the dimensions and the gear. It was fun, it got my heart rate, and we're going again tomorrow.
I think I wrote a paragraph this week.