I work at one of the hospitals in a job that requires no education. I make a decent wage and get a pension and health care benefits. After working 10 years in dead end jobs paying minimum wage I finally made it to the middle class. Hooray for me! I look around me and see people with families, people who have worked there for 20 years, people like me who if they lost their jobs have no backup plan.
There have been wipers throughout the staff and articles in the newspaper talking about privatization. Which basically means firing everybody from their government jobs and bringing in an outside company to do things cheaper, pay everyone crap wages and take away all their benefits.
I know it’s my fault for not making more of myself, and I have to live with that. But should the government be focusing on destroying the middle class, on segregating the rich from the poor. It’s hard enough these days to find a good job without them killing the ones that exist. Instead of spending huge amount of money on convention centers and 4 way roads no one’s asking for why not make sure the facilities we do have are running properly. —Guy Who Hopes He Can Pay His Rent in 6 Months
This article appears in Sep 29 – Oct 5, 2011.
..it’s all over for “entitlement” jobs ..welcome to the nwo of globalization..a neo-cons wet dream..
If the cost savings translate into better health care, I think it’s a nobrainer. Back to Tim Hortons for you!
Yes, you did fuck up…..no planning, poor education, retirement (what’s that) pensions? RRSP’s, RESP’s, insurance?
However, while you are fortunate to be working in a position which provides these luxuries it should also be a time to build that nest to house the egg you need to eat at a later point in life……..later in this case being sooner than anticipated………so, do what you have to do to maintain your standard of living as well as factoring in the lifestyle you and your family require when you are no longer working…….retirement, illness, death, downsizing etc.
Nobody owes you a living but yourself.
But IS it better for healthcare? I want the person providing me care to value their job.
I assume by wipers you mean whispers?
You’re obviously a graduate of World Teachers Day – a new scam to beatify those lazy bastards who only work 40% of the year.
“There have been wipers throughout the staff”
I won’t even make the joke I was gonna make..
You know what you are asking of my educated self? You are asking me to pay a higher rate for your work, even though you have no qualifications. Why should I do that? How does that make sense? I went to school, I improved my chances, I stuck it out. And you want a handout government job? NO. The government needs to cut back on its spending. Paying uneducated people the same as educated makes no sense. Start saving to go back to school.
Standard response: “How will this benefit me?”. Welcome to our neocon individualistic society. Any shred of concern for collective well being went down the shitter a long time ago.
the collective? what the fuck is this? Star Trek? Doctor Who? Give me a fucking break The Me generation of the ’70s (shaking off that hangover of the 60’s party) had a pretty good headstart on whatever the fuck it is you’re complaining about ruining your love-in.
Get this: people are tire of freeloaders sucking on the gov’t teat. Work or starve muthafuckas. If anything, its like we;re getting back to prehistoric times of ‘kill or be killed’. You should like that, no?
Turns out resistance to the collective wasn’t as futile as the Borg/Sozis thought it was.
So do you think everyone on welfare is a freeloader? If so I look forward to the day you get hit by a car and need to collect disability benefits because you can no longer work.
Working 10 or 20 years and no back up plan? You should always have at least one full year’s wages tucked away, or more. It’s not that hard to do. Try the stock markets….if you have the balls and are smart enough. Oops, no education….guess you’re screwed.
I’m talking about clowns in gov’t jobs cleaning toilets who make more than people who stay in school, get an education, and work their ass off, not welfare cases and the unemployed. I don’t mind that the gov’t subsidizes their crack addiction, I see it as a way of paying them to not rob me or break into my house and steal my stuff.
I don’t consider the medically or physically challenged to be a drain on our system, that’s why we have a system, and maybe if we weren’t paying someone to scrub toilets the same wage we pay someone to fix a toilet we would be doing the infirm and better service.
” If so I look forward to the day you get hit by a car and need to collect disability benefits because you can no longer work.”
A disability benefit is different than social assistance, you knob.
I don’t think ANYONE (except you, perhaps, canned), would claim anyone collecting disability benefits is liken to collecting ‘welfare.’ These people can’t physically work, whereas, when it comes right down to it, most people on ‘welfare’ probably could if they really tried.
Cranky, why don’t you ever come to one of our Bitcher’s Summits?
🙂
I be shy. 🙁
I doubt your shyness.
Yeah, that was BS. I honestly just like having access to a group that I know have no idea who I am. In my industry and leisureworld I have no anonymity, even on the internet so this is nice.
The real problem is we will see NO savings. The private company will just pocket any savings from the system as their deserved “profits”
Personally ,I’d rather see people earning a decent wage & the private company can go do something else besides making obscene profit off the backs of workers.
more,
Personally, I’d rather see people earn what they are worth than to profit off the backs of tax payers.
everytime we pay out on a protectionist style salary scheme, it takes our economic model 1 more step away from reality. once we take too many steps away, the economy falls into problems. it is better for everyone to pay the piper now instead of later.
Yeah, I get that, cranky.
OMG UR THE MAYOR, AREN’T YOU?
lollz.
Also, Donk: where you be on Sunday? WE NEED YOU TO MAKE OUR SUMMITS DONK-A-LICIOUS.
Yeah, that’s right, I said it: donk-a-licious.
Or Bruce Frisko.
Either or.
Those are my guesses!
OH CRANKY SO MANY IDEAS SWIRLING THROUGH MY HEAD.
Damn you and your notoriety!
If you are Bruce Frisko … we had a hunt on for you in high school. This is not a lie. But … surely Bruce Frisko doesn’t ride a bike … hmmm this is interesting … oh no, and I just thought of something very dirty *heh heh heh*
I have so much shit to do PK 🙁 Eventually I’ll crawl into a summit. I’d like to be drunk though when first meeting the other bitchesl. I feel like I’d have to be.
Great Value…you a banker ?
Because that’s the banking/big business model.
Put everyone one minimum wage or part time ( so they can never get any benefits.)
Work them until they’re no longer useful & then put them out to pasture…but wait they don’t have enought to retire.
With no middle class Great Value, we will have the few rich & everyone else !
just hope that emera doesn’t buy them out, then you know you are fucked. or how about new page, double whammy there dude.
The powerful, corporate or otherwise, tend to try and exploit their workers. Back at the turn of the century,labourers were treated as mere chattel. A workday was sunup to sundown and a workweek was Monday through Sunday.
The emergence of unions and the middle-class that was created from it created a better way of life for hundred of thousands of people. Globalization and privatization are ways for the rich to get richer and if they can bust unions in the process and reverse a hundred years of progress, they will do it in a heartbeat.
Well most provinces allocate disability benefits through social assistance (welfare). They are not the same but they’re under the same funding envelope. I’d imagine that there are a lot of people who see social assistance expenditures and assume the beneficiaries are just “lazy welfare bums”.
Poor Economic Reasoning:
“everytime we pay out on a protectionist style salary scheme, it takes our economic model 1 more step away from reality. once we take too many steps away, the economy falls into problems. it is better for everyone to pay the piper now instead of later.”
The model you’re talking about is based upon a theory (called “neoclassical economics”) that individuals are pre-programmed robots designed to be able and willing to consistently rank an infinite set of choices (subject to income/resource constraints). The underlying conceptualization of a market economy assumes that people and companies don’t fuck each other over unintentionally (negative externalities) or intentionally (adverse incentives/moral hazard) and have no ability to influence a market by themselves or through small coalitions, none of which are true in reality. The model takes the extreme view that individuals are better at making decisions than a collection of individuals. “In reality”, the economic model you’re talking about is pretty far from reality.
There are a lot of reasons for redistribution through job creation (e.g. paying the uneducated a good wage), taxes/subsidies, and even unions – all “protectionist”-style schemes. Redistribution brings relative well being/income closer together, builds social cohesion, reduces perceived disparities in social class, which tends to lower crime. There’s also talk among economists that less inequality (via redistribution) can increase economic growth by relaxing credit constraints imposed on the poor and enabling them to invest in themselves – better health, education, social networks, etc.
Unfortunately, on forums such as this one, good reasons are met with ignorant responses of those who are unable or unwilling to move beyond the notion that people who are beneficiaries of a system that depends on tax dollars instead of market dollars are nothing more than lazy scumbags.
More makes a good point. PT/Temp work has been on the rise, while full-time permanent gigs with benefits have fallen, I think especially since NAFTA/bilateral/multilateral agreements. On top of this income concentration has magnified: the top 10% of Canada’s income earners had about 50% of aggregate income in 2000 (up 17 pts from 1981) – and wealth (income plus assets) concentration is even more skewed.
So the middle class is shrinking in relative terms. At the same time, for whatever reason, there continues to be an ongoing conflict between toilet cleaners and unions, on the one hand, and semi-educated to educated non-unionized workers, on the other. I can’t see how this is beneficial to anyone. It makes way more sense, at least to me, to ensure that people earn a good wage regardless of their work, even if it means taxing the very wealthy.
Ummmm if people want a decent wage, they can work for it — by getting their asses educated. Taking the easy way out and EXPECTING to receive a “good wage” is insulting to those of us who invested the time, energy and money into getting educated.
It’s okay PK, it’s okay *pats you on the head*
Amen, canned.
you’d have to be a fool to miss meeting a hammered Donk.
http://beautyandbedlam.com/wp-content/uplo…
http://www.motifake.com/image/demotivation…
RSVPs
: Porkpie (Oct. 5, 1:11PM) – “You’re obviously a graduate of World Teachers Day – a new scam to beatify those lazy bastards who only work 40% of the year.”
Really, Porky, is that true? Have you a shred evidence to support either one of your charges – that teachers are “lazy bastards” on the one hand and, on the other, “who only work 40% of the year?”
Or, as I suspect, is your post little more than a usual anti-intellectual rant, the bilious rancour of an ignorant member of the Halifax Underclass?
As a final point, Porky, how can one be a “graduate” of World Teachers Day? I can see someone being a graduate of an institution, but a graduate of a “day?” Could you explain that one for us, Porky?
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
The ignorant responses that you are meeting are probably due to most people not wanting to enter multi-paragraph responses in an internet bitch forum, so sound bite gutteral responses are all that you are left with. I’m sure ignorance and simple responses prevail on both sides of any argument, discounting one above the other based on this would be in error, I’m sure.
Oh yeah, about the bitch summit. Bruce Frisco? Ha ha, sorry to lead you astray, I assure you that I am not Halifamous, just Haliknown. ha ha.
do i know you cranky?
PK, when/where is the next bitch summit anyway? It’s about time I showed up for one and i’ve never received any info email regarding dates/locations (being at sea = no Coast for most of the summer).
mail @ pmeslin at gmail dotcom
as for seb… stock market? seriously? I recon there will be another crash within the next 4-5 years with the way things are going and it will make the ’08 one look like it was paradise.
are you some dj or something?
I have no idea who the fuck stratch bastid is but I know the name…
he’s taped up on all the penis poles in the city.
Cranky from what I gather a lot of people don’t post paragraphs on here because they’re incapable of thinking about what are actually complex problems and instead prefer to oversimplify things and draw conclusions that fit with their prior beliefs. So we end up with people saying dumb fuck shit about entire groups of people (cyclists, single moms, welfare recipients, government workers, etc). In some sense that makes many of you a lot like Sebastien except I’m pretty sure he says retarded things on purpose.
“Great Value…you a banker ?
Because that’s the banking/big business model.
Put everyone one minimum wage or part time ( so they can never get any benefits.)
“
More, no I am not a banker. And, I see a difference between driving everyone into minimum wage and my concept of paying a person what they are worth. Is the only way you can argue or justify your point of view is by trying to label mine as extreme?
IMO, making everyone work for minimum is just as much a step away from reality as paying them more than they are worth just because they are government employees.
Let’s just pay everyone what they are worth, and get on with life. we all have other things to worry about as well, right?
Your making a bit of a stretch. To think Canada is going to take away public health care is non-sense. There may continue to be more and more private clinics and surgery centres, but provincial run hospitals will remain. Private industry gives those that really care about their health a chance to act on problems immediately instead of waiting six months etc. I know I know! What about the people that can’t afford it- maybe instead of leasing a car you can’t afford or buying smokes you can put some money aside in an account to be used when you need that MRI immediately…Good for you for getting to where you are. Your experience will make sure you keep your job. But lose the entitlement attitude.
I don’t think anyone should have to sell a car to get an MRI.
So your ok with the status quo OB? All the cleaning staff were contracted out years ago at my hospital. But sure, they’re only cleaning staff, right? lol.
But you aren’t elitist right OB? lol
The sooner we introduce private options in health care, the better.
if a service isn’t provided by public healthcare, then it definitely should be allowed by the private sector….so in that sense, I consider a short waiting list as a service, I may want to pay for that someday.
Yeah the whole black or white, private or public argument is a bit of a red herring. A lot of our system is already private (think Blue Cross, and all the other insurance you need to buy to really get a real health care plan)…
I wouldn’t mind having an option, just like with anything else of value. Health care has value, of course, but when you don’t get to see the price, and can use it all you want (think going to Emerg for a splinter) then it has no value, to most people, they just take it for granted.
I think if people had to pay they’d be much more careful not to abuse it! And going forward that may be one of the best ways to control health care spending in my opinion.
WHERE’S PORKY?
Where’s Porkpie? Where is that boy? Montrealman posted a challenge (Oct. 6, 9:48AM) but no response yet. Did he just tuck his tail between his legs and scamper off?
Porky! Porky! Here boy!
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
Toss him a treat, MM!
Where’s Montremoleman? Where is that simpleton? Hugo posted a chalange (September 21, 2011 at 6:21 PM) but no response yet. Did Sméagol just tuck his tail between his legs and scamper off?
Before you call someone to task for not answering your (ahem) ‘chalange’, perhaps you should answer a few yourself. You know, pot & kettle. But I know that you won’t/can’t address my questions, simply because you don’t have the intellect, your sedate and torpid lifestyle has caused your brain to atrophy into uselessness.
Are you familiar with the expression, “use it or lose it”, annie? You’re not using it 😉
RSVPs
: The Turd (Oct. 8, 9:44AM) – First, Turd, learn to spell the word “challenge” correctly. Second, learn the meaning of the word. That wasn’t a “challenge” you offered but rather an accusation which, unsuprisingly, you failed miserably to substantiate.
I realize, of course, that failure comes naturally and frequently to you. Your failure in the present case arose, quite simply, because of your burning jealousy over my distinguished background, one in respect to which you were, and always will be, unable either to approximate or to reconcile yourself. That is what happens when an over-blown ego like yours confronts the harsh realities of a superior mind. Your life must be a continual torment to you.
But hey, I’m a nice guy, Turd. Here’s another chance to substantiate your accusation. You do understand the meaning of the word “substantiate,” don’t you? Just don’t repeat your empty accusations. Substantiate them. Prove them. Do it now, Turd. No tap-dancing.
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
Here’s one from the archives:
HALIFAX MAMMARIES by D’anus Flato
LIFE DURING WARTIME Pt2.
http://iranpoliticsclub.net/photos/nazi-gi…
As the above photo, I believe from 1943, would indicate Halloween costumes for my brother Ion, an unnamed schoolmate and myself were both inventive and a tad louche. This tallies with my previous article in which I lamented how the exigencies of wartime brought an influx of undesirable elements into Halifax that could not always be successfully contained in those districts of the city set aside for such elements as, itinerants, labourers and men and women in uniform.
It was in the autumn of 1943 that pater and mater, in an undue spirit of patriotic excess became involved in a program to open our Atlantik St. home to such transients brought to Halifax by the “Winds of War”, since all of the domestic staff had abandoned us to the lure of uniformed service or higher paying war work. Pater was most concerned about this because, as he put it “I cannot be expected to open my home to someone whose hand I would not shake”. A placard reading “Room to Let to Suitable Tenant” was duly placed in the sitting room window and Ion and I thought it would be a terrific wheeze to alter it, so as to allay some of pater and mater’s fears. Ion, being a devotee of the sadly forgotten art of calligraphy, modified the placard so that it now read :
“Room to Let to Suitable Tenant. No Dogs, Blacks or Irish, Please”
and we placed it in the window one Sunday morning when the parents were off for elevenses with Lt.-Cdr. Pilchard “Smelly” Carruthers , R.C.N.V.R. and his wife, Rodina.
Well when pater returned home and saw the amended sign he proceeded to turn a bright shade of plum and Ion and myself figured were were in for the high jump. Then he burst into gales of laughter and our fears of being denied our Sunday sip of port were forgotten. In fact pater was so delighted that he insisted on pointing it out to all of our neighbors and the side benefit was that for a matter of weeks, Ion and myself were kept busy doing up similar missives for the entire block, at significant monetary recompense I might point out.
Anyway, to make a long story short (how many who make that claim ever follow through on it) a suitable tenant was found. A European refugee named Herr Doctor Doctor Egon Buchhalter who, although mater suspected him of following the Hebrew faith was, in fact, a Swiss and I dare say that the family were relieved to find that exhibited his race’s obsession with cleanliness and order. He insisted on being referred to as Herr Doctor, Doctor because he did in fact possess 2 doctoral degrees, one from the University of Basel and the other from the University of Goettingen. Not to be confused with our own “school” of that name whose alumni only manage to graduate from unskilled labour to maximum security.
He was a tad standoffish with adults and so had no objections to using the servant’s entrance at the rear of the house but Ion and I found him most approachable. His hobbies were photography and radios. Today he would, no doubt be referred to as a “Ham” enthusiast. His cameras, undoubtedly of Swiss manufacture were amazingly small and unlike most adults of our acquaintance he had no qualms about loaning them to Ion and I and ,in fact, encouraged us to photograph interesting scenes about the waterfront and visiting vessels. Such images were to be the basis of a postwar volume and we were quite thrilled at the prospect of seeing our names immortalized in print, but alas it was never to be. His radio, which he kept in an attic alcove above his quarters was a most intricate device and he used to tune in to a European variety show which featured the continuing travails of a hapless U-Boat crew whose weekly antics he would translate from the original German and kept us in stitches.
Sadly, Herr Doctor, Doctor Egon Buchhalter was to disappear from our lives shortly after the infamous V-E day riots and surprisingly he never kept in touch. Although I could almost swear that I recognized and approached him in Barcelona in 1968 but the eccentric old man swore most volubly at me in Spanish and rebuffed me, so I can only conclude that rarest of events had occurred and that I was mistaken
RSVPs
: Scrotum (Oct. 10, 2:58PM) – Very humorous Scrotum. Montrealman was quite impressed – the truth must be told – with your powers of invention. And all this time he thought you were a “one-line-and-a-cartoon-man.” Congratulations! An excellent effort!
By sheer coincidence I shall shortly be posting “Mater & Pater” on my blog. It should appear next Saturday or Sunday. Did you know that we actually used the term “Mater” on occasion? “Pater” not so much. Anyway, it will feature pictures from Mater & Pater’s “salad days” as well, of course, as my learned textual commmentary so it may be of interest to you. Then again, it may not.
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
Ah yes, “Salad Days”:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nfmM59S_5EE…
HALIPHAX INANITIES by Pennis Playdoh
LIFE DURING WARTIME – pt 3.
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LlfXWxcpJyU/SHRo…
The above plate , taken from my 57 year old copy of “Jane’s Book of Corporal Punishment” which I was perusing recently, never ceases to fascinate me. The lattice-like pattern of rendered flesh upon the miscreant’s back reminds me of the the mesh string bag that mater used to carry home her shopping and, in a manner not unlike Proust and his Madeliene’s , it reminds me of one of the more memorable wartime Christmases my family spent in olde Haliphax.
Now, gentle reader, you may well ask “Why on earth was dear mater doing her own shopping?” Well, the answer, as mentioned earlier in a previous story was that there was a war on and our staff of domestics, ingrates all, had abandoned the family Playdoh to wear the uniform of the WRENS or to polish Bofor guns, whatever they were. So mater was forced to acquire a “string bag”, a most practical article scarcely seen in our modern days of plastic, and to do her own shopping. She took it with her characteristic stoic good humor, once commenting that “Now I can look our relatives from Coventry and Rotterdam in the eye.”
It was mid-December of 1943 when this incident took place and mater was bustling about on Barrington Street with her string bag and ration coupons. She was most behind her times and had just acquired, at no small cost, a pound and a half of fresh calf’s liver for our Sunday repast. In such a hurry was she that she abjured the vendor to simply wrap her purchase in brown butcher’s paper and to forgo the string, a decision that she would have cause to regret. As she passed the old Capitol Theatre, now long gone, she slipped on impacted snow and ice which the staff, most dilatory, had neglected to clear as “Casablanca” had recently opened. Mater went flying, as Bridget, our Hibernian au pair would have coarsely put it “A** over teakettle”. The string bag split, the provender went flying, mater landed square on her bottom with her legs spread out before her and the liver, freed from it’s brown paper swaddling clothes landed on the sidewalk in front of her.
Fortunately, dear mater had injured nothing more than her pride but at that exact moment a passing sailor, clearly inebriated, spied the liver before her and in a feeble attempt at humour assured mother “Don’t cry lady. He probly woulda been a eedjit, anyway” Eedjit being this ruffian’s attempt at pronouncing the word “Idiot”.
Well, mater did not earn the sobriquet “The Lady Macbeth of IODE Chapter 1463” simply for her fund-raising abilities, which were formidable. She hailed a passing Redcap (Military Policeman) and accused the drunken matelot of assault. Whilst stuttering some garbled gibberish about “Murmansk Rum” he was soundly thrashed and taken away in manacles. but that is not the end of this story, not by a long shot.
Pater was well acquainted with the senior Naval officer in Haliphax, Vice-Admiral Hillary Ramsgate Chute, known to all and sundry by his wardroom nickname of “Poop” a fact which never failed to reduce brother Ion and I to fits of childish giggling. Pater was partnered with him at a weekly game of Whist and would return home smelling faintly of Romeo y Jullietta tobacco and Gordon’s Dry Gin. Well, a discreet word with Admiral Chute over a glass of Sherry and ,as they say in the fight game “The fix was in”. The obnoxious jack tar was sentenced to 30 strokes with a brine soaked cat o’ nine tails on the parade ground of the Citadel, sentence to be carried out Christmas day, and thrill of all thrills, the entire Playdoh family, Ion and myself included, were invited to witness Lady Justice do her goodly works.
Oh how I remember that day, lovely and still with a fresh skiffle of snow. Trembling Jack was ushered from the disciplinary barracks as the band played “The Rogue’s March”, flanked by 12 shipmates in their best “tiddly” uniforms, roughly stripped to the waist and secured to the grate as the Master-At- Arms removed the “cat” from it’s black silken bag. Vice-Admiral Chute smiled at mater and said “Notice how the fount of witticisms dries up the closer the lout gets to showing some backbone” With no further ado the Master- At -Arms began to lay on with the “cat”. Each stroke rendered flesh , tore skin and splattered blood as the matey’s shrieks of agony formed a perfect counterpoint to the carrillon of Christmas bells from the Basilica. All too soon it was over and the supine tar was dragged unceremoniously from the parade ground. The family Playdoh returned to our Atlantik St. home and thus passed one of the most memorable Christmases of my boyhood. Truly, as Tiny Tim said “God Bless us, every one”
crikey, i’ll be in my treehouse^^
RSVPs
: Scotum (Oct. 11, 8:54AM) – Another triumph, Scrotum, although I must say it reveals – while admittedly phrased in a thoroughly authentic idiom which, of course, embodies its rich sense of humour (which I fear may be lost on the present readership) coupled with an imaginative narrative line – a perhaps unhealthy obsession with Montrealman and his exploits as rendered in his inimitable blog, “Halifax Memories.” Still, one can easily grasp your fascination with such a talented and beguiling creature. Nonetheless, I’m sure that if Mater had read this, she would have “boxed your ears.”
While reading your picaresque account of Mater’s shopping expedition, the thought occurred that you might want to give a blog a go. I wound up on the site after corresponding with “Quinpool Kid” on his site a couple of years ago who, recognizing talent when he saw it, recommended me to The Chronicle-Herald’s Communities Editor (currently Claire McIlveen) and the rest, as they say, is history. What about “The View from Burnside” as a working title? It sounds exciting, Scrotum.
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
I’m fairly certain that my own “mater’ would box my ears if she had read this. I’m glad I was able to do justice to my rich source material and even provoke a chuckle or two, but mustn’t visit the waterhole too often. Alas, the only view of Burnside that I ever wish to see is through the bombsight of a Lancaster BIII carrying one of Barnes Wallis’ 22,000 lb “Grand Slams”
*waving at kapitan* http://www.inhabitat.com/wp-content/upload…
Hella kule treehouse Painey. Looks like “Terra Nova” was good for something after all?. Watch out for Brachiosauri. >; )
your days of leisure suit you well. your literary prowess after partaking pig meat, shines through http://images.cheezburger.com/completestor…
see what i did there?
Indeed I did see >; ) What can I say – a great weekend all around. Hope yours was fun with foster kittehs and all.