So this morning, I answer the phone to have a guy ask me about the USB Christmas trees we carry.
Me: Yeah, I got some in stock.
Man: And I hear they're discounted?
Me: No, they're ten dollars each.
Man: I was talking to a girl at Westmount, and she said that any store would be able to give me a deal on those.
Me: Well, it's really manager's discretion. That would be something my boss would have to clear. What the girl promised you at Westmount would usually only apply to that store. it's a case by case basis.
Man: Is L there?
Me: No, L's the manager of the store downstairs. M's the manager here.
Man: Okay. I'll just get the phone number to downstairs.
Me: Certainly. Here you go.
No problems, right? Fast forward three minutes...
I answer the phone.
Woman: Hi, I'm the wife of the customer who just called about Christmas trees.
Me: Okay.
Woman: I'd like to speak to your manager.
Me: I'm the assistant manager.
Woman: I'm wanting to get the number to head office because of how you treated us.
Me: (starting to bristle) Pardon?
Woman: The last time I called head office, they told me whatever one store promised, the others would honour.
(I'm pretty sure that's bullshit. The hairs on my neck stand.)
Me: As I told your husband, that's completely at the manager's discretion.
Woman: Well, it's kind of convenient that your managers aren't here. L's not downstairs, M's not there, the girl I was talking to at Westmount isn't working today.
(Because, I thought, they've OBVIOUSLY left to spite you, bitch.)
Me: I'm sorry, ma'am, if that's what Westmount wants to do for you, that's something only Westmount will do for you.
Woman: Give me your head office's number. If you're not willing to do it for me now, you'll do it when they tell you to.
I start vibrating in anger. Seriously.
Me: Here you go. This is my district office's number. If you really want these trees at the price that Westmount told you, I could always send them out to Westmount.
Woman: You can do that?
Me: If Westmount asks for them, yes. You'd have to have them bring them in for you.
Woman: So I couldn't ask you to?
Me: No, it'd have to be them. (Well, that's not true. I could've sent them out if you didn't decide to anger me. But too bad. Not helping you now.)
Woman: I'm calling head office.
Me: If you feel that's best.
At that point I would have hung up, but she kept on irritating me, leaving me to fume and vibrate in silence, because if I had opened my mouth at that point, I would have given the bitch something to complain about. But, man, after I put down the phone, I was needing to let out some anger, let me tell you...
1.28.2006
1.27.2006
By the Numbers: My Car
First off, does anyone know how to get frosting out of one's nose?
Yes, thank you, I've tried blowing my nose. And I know the main question by you, my audience, is "How did frosting get INTO my nose in the first place?" I dare you to eat a CinnZeo cinnamon bun and not get something like this happening. Yes, as a rule, only one orifice should admit sugar into it, but give me a break, eh? My nose is THAT big!
* * *
I've been the owner of a car for a solid year now. A few days ago marked the one year anniversary of me getting my plates and insurance and being legitimately able to drive.
When my parents asked me last year (before last Christmas) if I'd use a car if they bought me one, I said, "Oh HELL yes!" Since I was working downtown at the time, there was no way on earth I'd drive it to work, but outside of that? Having a car in Edmonton is very handy.
So they bought me one for Christmas. Nothing fancy, and anyone who's been reading my journal since last year knows most of the stories about me getting used to life with a car again. Bob (dF) had a car he was willing to sell, and my parents had two grand. Jago got a car.
Irony of ironies, a few days after I started driving, I was transferred to a store other than Ed Centre (which, of course, is a big shock for anyone who's tried placing me down at one store or another...), and had to start using the car for commuting to work.
Well, I didn't HAVE to, but it sure beat the bus.
And so, after a year of driving again, there are some stats for your enjoyment:
Number of accidents I've had in the entirety of my driving career: For argument's sake, let's say 4. There were some close calls, but I remember 3 for sure back in MJ.
Number of accidents I've had with the Escort: 0
Number of times Dev has shouted or moaned while driving with me: A lot more than 0. (Dev: "A WHOLE lot more than zero!")
Number of kilometres I've put on the odometer (rounded off): 7,500.
The amount of gas my tank will hold: 40l.
Approximate mileage I get out of a full tank: 400km.
Furthest drive I've taken: Either my aunt's outside of Sherwood Park, or Gil's parents' place in Stony Plain.
Largest load: The trip I took to the airport with Jaso and Rachelle after Fringe. All of their suitcases filled with a week of clothes, as well as the entire set to Smile While You D.I.E.
Number of dings in my windshield: About six.
Highest price I paid for gas: $1.07/l (Yup, I managed to miss the week of $1.20)
Number of times my car has not started: 0
Number of times my car has overheated and died: 0
Number of tires that have blown: 1
Distance driven on one totally blown tire: 6 km
Number of days I have not had the car since I got it: 3
Number of days between my tire blowing and my bank account being able to afford the new tire: 3
Number of times I have not been able to park in my driveway due to the sheer amount of snow: 1
Number of times I have not been able to park in my driveway due to the sheer amount of cars in it: A lot more than one.
Number of times this has been my, Canton's, or Dev's fault: Maybe two.
Number of times this has been the downstairs guy's fault: Every time excluding two.
Number of months before I realized that I didn't know how to properly check the oil: 10.
Smallest margin of time between coolant fill-ups: 2 weeks.
Margin of time after the coolant ran out the seocnd time that I realized it was due to my oil being so low, it was past the "PLEASE FILL UP NOW" demarcation: 5 seconds.
Frequency of time between mutterings of "jackass" by me: 30 seconds.
Frequency of time between mutterings of "jackass" when Canton and I are in the McDonald's drive-thru: 3 seconds.
Time spent towards taking off the Roxy Boarding decal on my back windshield: 5 minutes.
Percentage of Roxy decal that's still on the car: 60%
Ratio of thanking the Lord for such a small car to cursing myself when I can't find the small car in WEM parking lots: 1:1
Number of times I've let Canton drive the car: 3
Days that go by where I don't curse myself for not getting new wipers: 0.
Times I've flipped from Sonic 102.9 to another radio station since March: 2.
Percentage of time where my stereo is either set on Sonic or a CD: 100.
Cost of insurance, 2005: $110 a month.
Cost of insurance, 2006 (according to girlone): $70 a month (WHOOO!)
Span of time from getting my car to having it replace my backback: 5 milliseconds.
That's about all I can think of right now.
* * *
So now's the time when Dev is seriously starting to plan the trip that he wants to make to Cleveland next year. And he wants Canton and I to go along with him on his trek to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Which I am in for. I mean, when's the last time I made a road trip with friends? A loong time. And when's the last time I've gone to Cleveland? Never. So, it's a goal to get to for next year.
* * *
Yes, yes, yes...I've been neglecting my journal.
Even though I was transferred to the other store in West Ed, it's been a lot of getting that store into shape, followed by the inventory we just did this past week.
But I'm not totally blaming work. Or sickness. Or video games.
Actually, the NAPW has been keeping me pretty busy lately. The wrestling e-fed I joined four months back? Yeah. I'm having fun doing promos as my superbad wrestler, and I was even roped into writing one or two matches a week.
So it's been an outlet for my creative writing that was previously lacking, and this journal's suffering for it. I'm going to try to get back into the blogging mindset, but I have no idea how much writing I feel like doing from one day to the next.
It's just, you know, how often can Jago rant about idiots at work? It was getting tiresome to write about day in and day out. I'll still post, and if something really gets my goat, sure i'll tear it up like the Jago of more free time typing out shit.
So, how about those Conservatives, huh?
* * *
Just so people are aware, my choir's big show will be happening on Feb. 11.
Kokopelli and Oran present: Stories.
Saturday, Feb. 11
Shows at 2 pm and 7 pm.
West End Christian Reformed Church (10015 149 St)
Adults: $16, Students/Seniors: $13
So, who's got tickets for sale? Me. If you want some, feel free to email me, leave a comment, or phone me. If you know me, you'll know how to get a hold of me. If you only know me through this outlet, shame on you. And email me here.
But, please, by all means, get your tickets for this soon. Last year, when Dev, Canton, MFJ and I went, the HUGE church was PACKED! Hence the two shows. But I'd like to see a crapload of you there...
Yes, thank you, I've tried blowing my nose. And I know the main question by you, my audience, is "How did frosting get INTO my nose in the first place?" I dare you to eat a CinnZeo cinnamon bun and not get something like this happening. Yes, as a rule, only one orifice should admit sugar into it, but give me a break, eh? My nose is THAT big!
* * *
I've been the owner of a car for a solid year now. A few days ago marked the one year anniversary of me getting my plates and insurance and being legitimately able to drive.
When my parents asked me last year (before last Christmas) if I'd use a car if they bought me one, I said, "Oh HELL yes!" Since I was working downtown at the time, there was no way on earth I'd drive it to work, but outside of that? Having a car in Edmonton is very handy.
So they bought me one for Christmas. Nothing fancy, and anyone who's been reading my journal since last year knows most of the stories about me getting used to life with a car again. Bob (dF) had a car he was willing to sell, and my parents had two grand. Jago got a car.
Irony of ironies, a few days after I started driving, I was transferred to a store other than Ed Centre (which, of course, is a big shock for anyone who's tried placing me down at one store or another...), and had to start using the car for commuting to work.
Well, I didn't HAVE to, but it sure beat the bus.
And so, after a year of driving again, there are some stats for your enjoyment:
Number of accidents I've had in the entirety of my driving career: For argument's sake, let's say 4. There were some close calls, but I remember 3 for sure back in MJ.
Number of accidents I've had with the Escort: 0
Number of times Dev has shouted or moaned while driving with me: A lot more than 0. (Dev: "A WHOLE lot more than zero!")
Number of kilometres I've put on the odometer (rounded off): 7,500.
The amount of gas my tank will hold: 40l.
Approximate mileage I get out of a full tank: 400km.
Furthest drive I've taken: Either my aunt's outside of Sherwood Park, or Gil's parents' place in Stony Plain.
Largest load: The trip I took to the airport with Jaso and Rachelle after Fringe. All of their suitcases filled with a week of clothes, as well as the entire set to Smile While You D.I.E.
Number of dings in my windshield: About six.
Highest price I paid for gas: $1.07/l (Yup, I managed to miss the week of $1.20)
Number of times my car has not started: 0
Number of times my car has overheated and died: 0
Number of tires that have blown: 1
Distance driven on one totally blown tire: 6 km
Number of days I have not had the car since I got it: 3
Number of days between my tire blowing and my bank account being able to afford the new tire: 3
Number of times I have not been able to park in my driveway due to the sheer amount of snow: 1
Number of times I have not been able to park in my driveway due to the sheer amount of cars in it: A lot more than one.
Number of times this has been my, Canton's, or Dev's fault: Maybe two.
Number of times this has been the downstairs guy's fault: Every time excluding two.
Number of months before I realized that I didn't know how to properly check the oil: 10.
Smallest margin of time between coolant fill-ups: 2 weeks.
Margin of time after the coolant ran out the seocnd time that I realized it was due to my oil being so low, it was past the "PLEASE FILL UP NOW" demarcation: 5 seconds.
Frequency of time between mutterings of "jackass" by me: 30 seconds.
Frequency of time between mutterings of "jackass" when Canton and I are in the McDonald's drive-thru: 3 seconds.
Time spent towards taking off the Roxy Boarding decal on my back windshield: 5 minutes.
Percentage of Roxy decal that's still on the car: 60%
Ratio of thanking the Lord for such a small car to cursing myself when I can't find the small car in WEM parking lots: 1:1
Number of times I've let Canton drive the car: 3
Days that go by where I don't curse myself for not getting new wipers: 0.
Times I've flipped from Sonic 102.9 to another radio station since March: 2.
Percentage of time where my stereo is either set on Sonic or a CD: 100.
Cost of insurance, 2005: $110 a month.
Cost of insurance, 2006 (according to girlone): $70 a month (WHOOO!)
Span of time from getting my car to having it replace my backback: 5 milliseconds.
That's about all I can think of right now.
* * *
So now's the time when Dev is seriously starting to plan the trip that he wants to make to Cleveland next year. And he wants Canton and I to go along with him on his trek to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Which I am in for. I mean, when's the last time I made a road trip with friends? A loong time. And when's the last time I've gone to Cleveland? Never. So, it's a goal to get to for next year.
* * *
Yes, yes, yes...I've been neglecting my journal.
Even though I was transferred to the other store in West Ed, it's been a lot of getting that store into shape, followed by the inventory we just did this past week.
But I'm not totally blaming work. Or sickness. Or video games.
Actually, the NAPW has been keeping me pretty busy lately. The wrestling e-fed I joined four months back? Yeah. I'm having fun doing promos as my superbad wrestler, and I was even roped into writing one or two matches a week.
So it's been an outlet for my creative writing that was previously lacking, and this journal's suffering for it. I'm going to try to get back into the blogging mindset, but I have no idea how much writing I feel like doing from one day to the next.
It's just, you know, how often can Jago rant about idiots at work? It was getting tiresome to write about day in and day out. I'll still post, and if something really gets my goat, sure i'll tear it up like the Jago of more free time typing out shit.
So, how about those Conservatives, huh?
* * *
Just so people are aware, my choir's big show will be happening on Feb. 11.
Kokopelli and Oran present: Stories.
Saturday, Feb. 11
Shows at 2 pm and 7 pm.
West End Christian Reformed Church (10015 149 St)
Adults: $16, Students/Seniors: $13
So, who's got tickets for sale? Me. If you want some, feel free to email me, leave a comment, or phone me. If you know me, you'll know how to get a hold of me. If you only know me through this outlet, shame on you. And email me here.
But, please, by all means, get your tickets for this soon. Last year, when Dev, Canton, MFJ and I went, the HUGE church was PACKED! Hence the two shows. But I'd like to see a crapload of you there...
12.30.2005
Not dead. Just dead TIRED!
And sick. Can't forget about the sick.
No, the journal has not been shut down by the company. It's just been a crazy assed two months.
Once the new year comes around, you'll see me post frequently again. You know, since I've been transferred again. To a slower store, which doesn't make me so tired after work that all I want to do is shut down.
Oh, I had laryngitis. Still do, to an extent. I have no singing voice.
But right now, it's time to sleep and ingest a lot of juice.
Night.
No, the journal has not been shut down by the company. It's just been a crazy assed two months.
Once the new year comes around, you'll see me post frequently again. You know, since I've been transferred again. To a slower store, which doesn't make me so tired after work that all I want to do is shut down.
Oh, I had laryngitis. Still do, to an extent. I have no singing voice.
But right now, it's time to sleep and ingest a lot of juice.
Night.
12.02.2005
Placeholder post. It's concert season.
So, what are you doing this Christmas season? Shopping for gifts? Decorating the house? Shovelling the walk? Why not take a breather during this busy season and join Edmonton a cappella group Apocalypse Kow as they host their Fourth Annual Kristmas Kabaret?
Since 2001, Apocalypse Kow has hosted Christmas charity shows to raise money for different causes around town. This year, they’ll be donating proceeds of their Kabaret to the Heart and Stroke Foundation of Canada and will be taking donations for the Edmonton Food Bank.
Every year, we try to get different sorts of acts to help us out, and this concert is no exception. The list of guests include:
TAPAS – A new a cappella group on the Edmonton scene, they captured third place at Northern Harmony 2005, Alberta’s “battle of the vocal groups.”
Father David Bittner, storyteller – Father Dave has participated in every Kabaret, reciting Christmas favourites.
Pavlov Improv – Members of the fledgling improv troupe will be on hand with some sketches for the holiday season.
Singer Jenny McKillop – Jenny, a graduate from Grant McEwan College’s Musical Theatre program, has performed in many venues around the city, and is a frequent participant in the Edmonton Fringe Festival.
Paul Wallace – Paul’s had his hand in many different parts of Edmonton’s arts scene: He’s an improviser, a juggler, a yo-yo artist, and co-founder of local comedy troupe The Wombats. We can only imagine what he’s thought up for this Kabaret.
With this pedigree of guests, the members of Apocalypse Kow are looking forward to one great show. The hosts have been popping up everywhere in town over the past few years, but most people know them from Northern Harmony performances and outdoor shows for the past three Fringe Festivals.
The Apocalypse Kow Kristmas Kabaret is happening on Saturday, December 17th at B-Scene Studios (8212 104 St). Doors open at 7:15 pm, and the show starts at 7:30 pm.
Tickets cost $11 ($10 with the donation of a food item for the Edmonton Food Bank).
11.13.2005
R.I.P. Eduardo Guerrero
I was saddened today to find out that WWE wrestler Eddie Guerrero passed away in a hotel room in Minneapolis.
Eddie's been a favourite wrestler of mine since I got back into watching wrestling about eight years back. One of the funniest guys on the WWE roster, and one of the best heels in the business.
While I am saddened, I can just think back to all the good times I've had watching him, including the Ladder Match three years ago that occurred in Edmonton. I was a good fifteen feet away from the action, and he gave it his ALL.
So, I say this as many other people have over the past day:
Eddie Guerrero, you will be missed heavily.
Eddie's been a favourite wrestler of mine since I got back into watching wrestling about eight years back. One of the funniest guys on the WWE roster, and one of the best heels in the business.
While I am saddened, I can just think back to all the good times I've had watching him, including the Ladder Match three years ago that occurred in Edmonton. I was a good fifteen feet away from the action, and he gave it his ALL.
So, I say this as many other people have over the past day:
Eddie Guerrero, you will be missed heavily.
11.04.2005
'Tis Winter Now
It's getting to be that time of year again. Snow fell while I was at work today.
* * *
Last night was the first concert of Oran's season. It also happened to be the first concert of mine with the group. It was a Silent Auction fundraiser held in the Winspear lobby.
Have I mentioned how much I love singing with Oran? Because I do. There's some seriously awesome music choices, and it's one of those choirs where you know that everyone's there because they want to sing.
Now I'll admit, there were some songs I don't think I was ready to have memorized. I was given a burnt CD of the selections we were doing, and that helped with quite a few of them. However, there was one Latin song (Tristis something something Anima Me - this pretty much tells you how well I know the words) whose lyrics just eluded me. The CD's version just doesn't have the lyrics taking center stage. I was fine with the bass part musically, but when it came to the dress rehearsal, I was faking the words like there was no tomorrow.
How can you fake Latin? Meh, it's just a matter of getting the vowels synched, really. In any case, Katy let us use music for that one, thank god.
Kokopelli, the sister choir of Oran, did an amazing job as well. There were a few magic songs I could hear from our position on the Winspear's third lobby balcony, and it was just beautiful how well they sang.
Oran really pulled it out as well. I've been having this disc in the car on rides to work nonstop for three weeks, and it really helped me out, I guess.
My highlight of the night was "There Will Be Rest." We spread out among the first few rows of audience in staggered formation, and it's one of those songs that really filled the space. There was one woman who kept on turning back to look at me on certain notes. And I wasn't singing them wrong, so that seems to be a good thing. Especially once she smiled at me after we finished the song.
Afterwards, a few of us went to Joey Tomato's for dinner. The coolest thing about dinner (other than how good it was) was Karla paying with her Visa (no, I pitched in, but she just used the Visa to cover the amount). The total came out to about $63, and she evened out the total to $70. When she was figuring out exactly what that would make the tip, we found out she gave the waitress a tip of $6.66.
IT'S THE TIP OF THE BEAST, I TELL YOU!
Cory was fretting. "Honey, please just add another cent on there or something. Don't leave it like that."
* * *
On Sunday, I go to my new store of West Edmonton Mall. As the assistant manager again. I enjoyed my month stint as a manager, I guess. Aside from the stress of taking over a store that had loss prevention problems and an old staff who had no clue what they were doing.
And from my end, I know what I have to work on as a manager, and it's being more of an ass when need calls for it, and being a lot cleaner. (Yeah, this is a recurring theme...)
But I think I'll enjoy my time at WEM. It's a big store, sales-wise, and they've got pretty experienced staff. And a very good manager.
* * *
The lyrics to a song we performed last night, and one I find pretty apt after the first noticeable snowfall of the season:
'Tis winter now: the fallen snow has left the heavens all coldly clear;
Through leafless boughs the sharp winds blow, And all the earth lies dead and drear.
* * *
Last night was the first concert of Oran's season. It also happened to be the first concert of mine with the group. It was a Silent Auction fundraiser held in the Winspear lobby.
Have I mentioned how much I love singing with Oran? Because I do. There's some seriously awesome music choices, and it's one of those choirs where you know that everyone's there because they want to sing.
Now I'll admit, there were some songs I don't think I was ready to have memorized. I was given a burnt CD of the selections we were doing, and that helped with quite a few of them. However, there was one Latin song (Tristis something something Anima Me - this pretty much tells you how well I know the words) whose lyrics just eluded me. The CD's version just doesn't have the lyrics taking center stage. I was fine with the bass part musically, but when it came to the dress rehearsal, I was faking the words like there was no tomorrow.
How can you fake Latin? Meh, it's just a matter of getting the vowels synched, really. In any case, Katy let us use music for that one, thank god.
Kokopelli, the sister choir of Oran, did an amazing job as well. There were a few magic songs I could hear from our position on the Winspear's third lobby balcony, and it was just beautiful how well they sang.
Oran really pulled it out as well. I've been having this disc in the car on rides to work nonstop for three weeks, and it really helped me out, I guess.
My highlight of the night was "There Will Be Rest." We spread out among the first few rows of audience in staggered formation, and it's one of those songs that really filled the space. There was one woman who kept on turning back to look at me on certain notes. And I wasn't singing them wrong, so that seems to be a good thing. Especially once she smiled at me after we finished the song.
Afterwards, a few of us went to Joey Tomato's for dinner. The coolest thing about dinner (other than how good it was) was Karla paying with her Visa (no, I pitched in, but she just used the Visa to cover the amount). The total came out to about $63, and she evened out the total to $70. When she was figuring out exactly what that would make the tip, we found out she gave the waitress a tip of $6.66.
IT'S THE TIP OF THE BEAST, I TELL YOU!
Cory was fretting. "Honey, please just add another cent on there or something. Don't leave it like that."
* * *
On Sunday, I go to my new store of West Edmonton Mall. As the assistant manager again. I enjoyed my month stint as a manager, I guess. Aside from the stress of taking over a store that had loss prevention problems and an old staff who had no clue what they were doing.
And from my end, I know what I have to work on as a manager, and it's being more of an ass when need calls for it, and being a lot cleaner. (Yeah, this is a recurring theme...)
But I think I'll enjoy my time at WEM. It's a big store, sales-wise, and they've got pretty experienced staff. And a very good manager.
* * *
The lyrics to a song we performed last night, and one I find pretty apt after the first noticeable snowfall of the season:
'Tis winter now: the fallen snow has left the heavens all coldly clear;
Through leafless boughs the sharp winds blow, And all the earth lies dead and drear.
And yet God's love is not withdrawn; His life within the keen air breathes;
His beauty paints crimson dawn, And clothes the boughs with glittering wreathes.
And though broad the sharp winds blow, And skies are chill, and frosts are keen,
Home closer draws her circle now, And warmer glows her light within.
O God! Who givest the winter's cold. As well summers joyous rays,
Us warmly in thy love enfold, And keep us on life's wintry days.
-Samuel Longfellow
10.31.2005
The concert, and wrestling-ish news
So yesterday was the Matthew Good concert, which happened to also be a Rogers Q4 Christmas training session/bash.
I arrived to find a whole bunch of friends, and people I knew from the company. It's interesting how two of the people I barely tolerated in stints at KGM became managers of Rogers Wireless stores.
We started by seeing Matt Good's warmup (although at first, I thought, is he giving a concert specifically to Rogers guys? Interesting.). Free liquor and food was the theme of the night. After the obligatory training half hour, we went downstairs to socialize (drink) some more.
A friend and I went up to see the opening act warmup, and I was surprised to see it was the Ladies and Gentlemen, whose new single "Stay" is quickly becoming the song I want to hear on Sonic most often. So I was hooked into hitting the upstairs along with the rest of the riffraff who WEREN'T Rogers VIP guests to watch them perform.
I think I was one of, like, two of over a hundred Rogers guests who actually went to the concert, instead of sitting downstairs, eating and taking advantage of the free drink tickets. (Don't get me wrong, I was as well, but I was all about seeing the Ladies and Gentlemen.)
And, man, what an opener. Five guys dressed all in white. A drummer, two keyboardists with two keyboards and a sampling machine, the lead singer/bassist and a guitarist.
The sound was a mixture of straight-out indie rock, 80s new wave, and a bit of electronica. It was awesome, and they really seemed to enjoy themselves onstage. I had to buy the album and a t-shirt.
I like the album a lot, but it's a lot different than their stage show. Mostly because the album was the lead singer with a whole bunch of sampling, as opposed to the full-fledged band that came out on tour. The album's very Postal Service-y, which is a genre I'm into. (Yup. I'm turning emo. Please, somebody stop this from happening. I don't want to always be in black and write songs about how every relationship has failed me. Hell, it'd only be enough fodder for one song.)
I actually left during the Matt Good portion, just becuase it went on a lot later than I had planned, since I told Kaleb I'd be home to play some video games.
Still, free food and drink, and a free concert for which the first half hour was completely amazing? Everything's coming up Jago!
* * *
Do you know what else is coming up Jago? The New Alberta Pro Wrestling e-fed. Dev and I became the tag team champs last night. If you think you'd be interested in making a character and joining up, do so! It's a lot of fun!
I arrived to find a whole bunch of friends, and people I knew from the company. It's interesting how two of the people I barely tolerated in stints at KGM became managers of Rogers Wireless stores.
We started by seeing Matt Good's warmup (although at first, I thought, is he giving a concert specifically to Rogers guys? Interesting.). Free liquor and food was the theme of the night. After the obligatory training half hour, we went downstairs to socialize (drink) some more.
A friend and I went up to see the opening act warmup, and I was surprised to see it was the Ladies and Gentlemen, whose new single "Stay" is quickly becoming the song I want to hear on Sonic most often. So I was hooked into hitting the upstairs along with the rest of the riffraff who WEREN'T Rogers VIP guests to watch them perform.
I think I was one of, like, two of over a hundred Rogers guests who actually went to the concert, instead of sitting downstairs, eating and taking advantage of the free drink tickets. (Don't get me wrong, I was as well, but I was all about seeing the Ladies and Gentlemen.)
And, man, what an opener. Five guys dressed all in white. A drummer, two keyboardists with two keyboards and a sampling machine, the lead singer/bassist and a guitarist.
The sound was a mixture of straight-out indie rock, 80s new wave, and a bit of electronica. It was awesome, and they really seemed to enjoy themselves onstage. I had to buy the album and a t-shirt.
I like the album a lot, but it's a lot different than their stage show. Mostly because the album was the lead singer with a whole bunch of sampling, as opposed to the full-fledged band that came out on tour. The album's very Postal Service-y, which is a genre I'm into. (Yup. I'm turning emo. Please, somebody stop this from happening. I don't want to always be in black and write songs about how every relationship has failed me. Hell, it'd only be enough fodder for one song.)
I actually left during the Matt Good portion, just becuase it went on a lot later than I had planned, since I told Kaleb I'd be home to play some video games.
Still, free food and drink, and a free concert for which the first half hour was completely amazing? Everything's coming up Jago!
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Do you know what else is coming up Jago? The New Alberta Pro Wrestling e-fed. Dev and I became the tag team champs last night. If you think you'd be interested in making a character and joining up, do so! It's a lot of fun!
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