Stacerella

I was very nicely told to, in not so many words, jump up a commenter’s ass on another person’s blog. How lovely and polite of her.

Ah, who am I trying to kid? Fuck her! If she got her head out of her books or ass once in awhile, she would realise that some of us have seen some shit in our long 40 years. Some serious shit. And just because some of my stories appear to her irrelevant to the topic at hand, not all of my stories have to be direct to have a point that may punctuate, compliment, illustrate, illuminate or even shed some insight onto something the rest of the readers can benefit or even learn from.

My mother raised seven kids, alone, in a housing project. She also ran a home daycare. I have seen people come and go, experienced a lot of stuff first and second hand - stuff that I’m afraid she will only be able to read about in case studies. I honestly feel bad for this woman. I do. She will always be lacking real world knowledge, and lack experience in the human condition. She will never fully understand. She will never really get it. And that will always hold her back in her chosen profession. She won’t think so, but that’s her arrogance talking.

Anyway…

< end of this dumb-ass story that has nothing to do with anything >

PS: *snort snort snort*

While at someone’s home for a long weekend bbq, some of the guests sat around chewing the fat before dinner, and one of the topics of conversation was the recent Tamil protests in Toronto. The man started off by saying, “Oh, those damn Iraqis are at it again.”

I became instantly confused, and asked for clarity, “Um, are you talking about the Tamils protesting in the downtown core of Toronto?” Our exchange is as follows:

Him: Tamils, Iraqis - same thing.
Me: No, it isn’t.
Him: *getting hot under the collar* Well, what’s the difference??
Me: Um, a whole country?
Him: Let me ask you this - do Tamils wear turbans, too?
Me: Not sure, but I suppose some of them might if they are Muslims.
Him: Then they’re the same to me!!
Me: Actually, saying they are doesn’t make it true. That would be like someone saying you’re black. It’s not true in the least because you’re NOT black.

I got up at this point and hit the bathroom to end this innane conversation. I cannot believe this crap. WTF…? Is this the way people are still thinking eight years after 9/11?!? Seriously? Will it ever end?

After a particual customer complained to us about the weekly cost of bringing his laptop to us to clean up the rogule malware infections he got from going to sites we told him to avoid, Joe dumped MalwareBytes on his desktop to run whenever he wanted to for free at home. Today he brought in his laptop and I reminded him of this arrangement. (Joe was sick of him coming in and complaining we were charging him full labour everytime, as if we were the ones responsible and I was tired of taking his machine in weekly.)

He took the machine back home and called me a few hours later to say he couldn’t run MB because the infection pop-up came up and only half of his icons on his desktop. I then tried to talk him through clicking on his Start button to go find MB under his All Programs. While I was in the middle of this, his machine sounded the shut down jingle. I told him to reboot and to look for the Start button again. He told me at this point he didn’t know where his start button was located. He asked me if it was the thing at the top. I assumed he moved his task bar up the top of his desktop and said sure, click that. He did and I heard the Windows shutting down again.

I realised then that I was going to burst a blood vessle if I continued this conversation, so I told him to leave it shut down and to bring it in to us to clean the infection off. He sounded mad but agreed. I told Paul at work if he comes in and starts with the complaining about our prices and how much money he’s sunk into this machine, I would cut him like the whiney bitch that he is.

Paul: As you should. It’s free!
Me: And because it’s FUN!

I was only sorta kidding. But I will cut him if he complains when he picks it up and sees we charged him full price again.

Chicken Pasta Carbonara Recipe:

- Leftover or fresh Grilled Chicken (sliced or diced)
- Penne
- Procuitto (wafer thin Italian salami) or Pancetta (Italian smoked bacon)
- 1/2 C Cream (or milk)
- 1-2 tbsp Butter
- S&P to taste
- Parsley to taste (fresh or dried)
- 3 Egg yolks

Pre-grill the chicken (seasoning it however you like) and dice or sliced it up. Set aside. Cook the penne in salted water to just before al dente. Reserve 1/3 C of the starch water.

Cut up the procuitto or pancetta into small chunks. Heat up a dry non-stick skillet or heat up a metal skillet with 1 tbsp of olive oil and add the chunks of pork to it. Cook for five minutes over med-low heat.

Drop the heat and add the milk, starch water, S&P, chicken and penne. Cover and cook for another five minutes.

Uncover and add butter and parsley, take the skillet off the heat and stir in egg yolks in vigorously till the white sauce thickens sufficently to coat the penne thickly.

Plate and serve with freshly grated parm cheese over top with a small side salad or grilled veggies.