And now…

…back to our regularly scheduled program.

I went to work the other day and the first two things my supervisor said to me were:

1) Glad to see you’ve regained your sanity! (In reference to the fact that I was wearing my Lacoste hat today, and not my Red Sox hat. He is an avid Yankees fan, and thus, loves telling me how much the Red Sox suck.)

2) Redford, they want me to can you.

What?! Well, I try not to blog about work since I spent the better half of my grade 12 year griping about my experiences dealing with customers, so I guess I need to bring you all up to speed on my situation.

I’m no longer a student. I graduated in May from U of T (miraculously), meaning I no longer qualify to work part-time as a student. I let my supervisors know ahead of time that I’m finished school and will not be returning, but, seeing as how my job prospects looked dim, asked if they could keep me for as long as they could. The student form specified that I needed to return the form by the end of September, or else I get fired, and it is now the beginning of December.

Needless to say, I owe a lot to my supervisor for being able to keep me this long, but, it’s time to move on. Whether I end up taking a new program in January, or start looking for another job now, my tenure at the Toronto Parking Authority is now at an end. Off the top of my head, and in no particular order (since I hate how every article I read has to be some stupid top 10 list), here are a list of memorable moments at the good ‘ol TPA:

- The lady who drove into the wall. She tried making a left turn without using her steering wheel and was quite unsuccessful.
- Penny Bedford. The greatest monthly customer ever. Gave me hot chocolate during the winter, ice cream during the summer, and a $15 iTunes card for Christmas.
- That hot manager that worked for Enterprise. I forgot her name already (Jennifer?) but she was so incredibly cute and polite.
- Bryan Colangelo parked in my lot once. I tried saying bye to him as he left (he paid at the paystation behind the booth), but he just rolled up his window and left. COOOOOOLD BLOOOODED!
- The day Anthony looked through the history of the Windows Media Player and realized someone was watching porn on the midnight shift. “I bet you it was Tai Che,” he said. We then searched the place for old logs, and found a whole box full of them. After scouring through the box, we found the sheet, same date, same time, signed by, you guessed it, Tai Che. Sex Commandos?!
- There was also the day one of my coworkers told me about how he was in the washroom once, washing his hands, and another coworker pulled out his dick and washed it in the sink.
- A now retired worker always talked about going to the Philippines for cheap hookers. I thought he was joking, until someone at work, who moonlights as a computer technician, found the guy’s sex tape while fixing his computer. And showed it to us.
- Someone locked themselves out of the booth. This wouldn’t be that funny except, you cannot lock that booth from the inside at all. You need to lock the door on the outside. So, he took the keys out, locked the door, went to the washroom, and locked the keys in the washroom (which does lock on the inside), and thus, locked himself out of the washroom, and the booth. Supervisor was called and he said: “How the hell did he do that? Well, fuck him. He can wait.”
- On a really windy day, a branch got blown off a tree and landed on top of a car. The lady was super cool about it, even though her roof was kinda caved in and her windshield was cracked. “I heard this loud bang, and wondered what it was.”