Amazing Race – New York

   We participated in our own version of “Amazing Race NYork”, and let me tell you this: it was NOT fun.  Here’s the story:

We had been in NY City all day, close to 9 hours in total, we arrived at the Pier at around 7PM for our return trip to the RV site and there are flashing police lights, motorcycle cops, armed members of the police and helicopters circling the harbor above us.  What is going on?  We have NO idea, so we join some guys at the railing over looking the harbor and we are treated to a futuristic vision of the Osprey tilt-rotor Marine One Helicopter as it lifted off with you know who aboard.

Yes, it was President Trump!

I thought it was fantastic seeing the Osprey lift straight up off the deck, then the rotors tilted and away they went.  2 Ospreys lifted off, one is a decoy.

Cool right?

That was until we discovered that the whole harbor was now shut down for the evening and we are STUCK on the wrong side.  It’s dark, we don’t know the City and the poor young man giving us the bad news is obviously overwhelmed.  He tells us that there is another ferry that goes across to Jersey (that’s good news), we ask him where it leaves from and he points and says “over there”.  (that’s bad news).

Where is over there?

What is over there called?

How far away is over there?

He doesn’t know the answer, just keeps pointing towards NYC.  We find a friendly police man who doesn’t know where “over there” is either.  Seriously?  are you kidding?  (nope, he’s not kidding) (that’s bad news).  Ok, we will flag a cab, except that is impossible because the streets have been closed down by the pier for hours and no one is going anywhere.  We proceed to walk “over there” for a couple of blocks, hop in a cab and ask him to take us to the ferry terminal.  He has NO CLUE where it is, what it is, how to get us there.  Seriously?  Are you kidding?  (nope, he’s not kidding) (that’s bad news).  He eventually manages to contact someone who knows where “over there” is and when he gets there, he drops us off.

Phew..

Where is the terminal?

What is the terminal called?

We can’t see anything anywhere, we are surrounded by office buildings.  We frantically run up to a couple and ask them for directions.  They point us towards the water and say it’s “over there”, just follow the water.  We walk and walk and walk some more and still haven’t seen anything but we can see Jersey City off in the distance so we know we are kind of in the right place.  We stop another person and they tell us to keep following the water and we will see it.  We got there with 3 minutes to spare and ran on to the boat.  (good news).

So what’s the bad news?

We get dropped off at a different terminal which is about a mile from the RV Park.  That would be ok if we had been there before or if it was daylight out (but it’s NOT).  We don’t exactly know how to get to the park but we sort of know its “over there”.. we twist and turn and eventually find our way back to Liberty Harbor.  Stressed, tired, sore feet, but we made it back.

Technology & PINK scans

We all agree that technology is awesome when it works like we expect it to.

It’s simple, right?

We have a Xerox photocopier/scanner at work.

Step1: scan an important document.

Step2: Technology kicks in and it sends a PDF file to our desktop computer which I then attach to an email and on its way it goes.  (This is critical)

Step3: take important document and shred it, don’t be needing it anymore.

Step4: forget to email it to the intended recipient.

Step5: remember the following day that it is sitting in the scan file somewhere.

Step6: No problem!  Open the scan file and send it one day late.

Step7:  SHIT – the scan program isn’t communicating with the Scanner and I can’t access my documents.

Step8:  Get the scanner program talking to the Xerox again, which is now talking to my desktop scan file.

Step9: Do a test scan.

 Image result for pink post it note picture

Step10:  Success

Step11:  FIND IMPORTANT DOCUMENT again, email it for sure this time,  now QUIT SCREWING AROUND WITH PINK-POST-IT-NOTES and get back to work.

Inside OUT

Me: ‘Would you like your invoice and your receipt stapled together?’

Boater mumbled something like: “*(&)”

Me as I’m stapling their invoice and receipt together: ‘Pardon, did you say you wanted it stapled together?’

Boater: “I’ll take it whatever way you hand it to me, I’m horrible with receipts anyway”

Me watching as boater takes my nice and neat stapled invoice and receipt and folds it INSIDE OUT.  By inside out I mean that all the writing is on the inside and all they can see on the outside is blank paper.

lined paperMe: ‘No no no, you don’t want to fold it like that, if you fold it like that then the next time you are looking for a receipt amongst your millions of folded papers, you have to UNFOLD each of them to see what it is’

Boater: “Well, isn’t that the SMARTEST thing ever, I’ve NEVER thought of doing it that way before!”

Me thinking, Don’t I have the most rewarding job ever?  I wonder if teachers feel this way everyday?

Molson Canadian – I AM CANADIAN poem / commercial

“I’m not a lumberjack or a fur trader. I don’t live in an igloo or eat blubber or own a dog sled. And I don’t know Jimmy, Sally or Suzy from Canada, although I’m certain they’re really, really nice. I have a prime minister, not a president. I speak English and French, not American. And I pronounce it about, not aboot. I can proudly sew my country’s flag on my backpack. I believe in peacekeeping, not policing. Diversity, not assimilation. And that the beaver is a truly proud and noble animal. A toque is a hat, a chesterfield is a couch. And it is pronounced zed, not zee, zed. Canada is the second largest landmass, the first nation of hockey and the best part of North America. My name is Joe, and I am Canadian!” – Molson Canadian commercial

I have this poem on my coffee mug at work.  It makes me smile because I am Canadian!  I don’t drink Molson, but this makes me want to! 🙂

here’s a link to the commercial that I picked up from YouTube

#BsLabels, Boneless Bananas, Popcorn, and Marketing.

banana bonelesswatermelonI was doing some searching about Boneless Bananas and found this article (which I’m sharing) that pretty well covers what I’m thinking about the creative labelling on products.  Click this link to read the article #BsLabels, Boneless Bananas, Popcorn, and Marketing.. I guess this proves that you can always gain an edge with some smart marketing ideas.  This runs on the heals of my post the other day about “ORGANIC WOOD”..  I saw a sign yesterday marketing “Boneless Watermelon”.  I’m not kidding, so keep an eye out and shop smart I suppose.  Don’t want to crack a tooth chomping down on your fruit do you?

Organic Firewood – Clever Marketing or ?

So the story goes like this:

We are driving home today and we see a sign proudly proclaiming that you can stop and buy

ORGANIC FIREWOOD by the bundle

 

and I’m thinking…

NOW that is CLEVER marketing.

But you know, I’m a 70’s child and I’m not so sure now that there is organic this and organic that everywhere you look.  Is there really such a thing as organic firewood?  I head to the trusty ‘ol internet search thingy and after a few quick searches I’m none the wiser but there may be such a thing.  No pesticides, chopped by hand?? Does anyone else know about this?  Is this a joke?

March to your own Drum!

While stopped at one of the many RED lights on my way to work this morning I observed a stylish young man who is obviously not afraid to stand out in a crowd – actually he would stand out in a crowd in downtown Vancouver!

The lime green shoes were NOT the first thing I noticed..

Nor was it his

frosted blond hair do!

Nope, it was..

 Yup, Yes indeedy, it was, a ground length FUR COAT!  Way to go young man – you brightened up my day by reminding me that we should all march to our own drummer and follow our heart!