Capitalism really is crap, isn’t it?

With Mrs. Ottawacker called out of the house again to attend a meeting, which had been cancelled without anyone telling her, I was left to fend for myself. When she returned three hours earlier than planned, it was to find me engaged in a series of chores. These included ordering Christmas presents from Amazon – those feckers at Canada Post, not content with being the most inept postal service in the world, have decided to go on strike. While this will save me a great deal of time and effort with relation to Christmas cards, it is extremely inconvenient and unfestive, and, quite frankly, I am not sure inconveniencing customers is something the organisation can get away with. I full support the reasons for the strike. The organisation has been run by morons for a while (it is a Crown organisation) and they have screwed the employees and the service over so badly, it will probably never recover. If you thought the Royal Mail was bad, you ain’t seen nuffink.
 
Of course, the whole stupidity started with that toerag Stephen Harper, who thought reducing the service and privatising the system would be a fantastic thing to do. Wanker. This, naturally, has benefited the billionaires – like everything the Tories do does. So, gone is the Amazon boon for the post office. Gone is a control over parcels. Gone is everything that makes money. So, prices go up. The latest issue relates, as far as I can understand, to the implementation of a 7-day work week – to be able to compete with Amazon and other courier services. This problem was predictable in 2013 (or whenever it was). You don’t privatise public services and expect them to improve. If you think that, you are obviously very smart and I have a piece of land up in Sundridge I’d like to sell you so you can get rich quickly.
 
So, as the only organisation delivering, Amazon it was. And Christgod do I hate Amazon. But, nieces don’t get gifts if uncles don’t compromise their beliefs.
 
Other than that, the laundry pile had grown again, I chased up a couple of invoices, I gave reviews of the places I’d stayed in Portugal. I was quite proud of one of my lines for the boat, so am permitting myself to reproduce it here:
 
“The shared toilets are, in fact, shared with the entire marina, and are in a block some five minutes away, along with the shower. There IS a toilet on the boat - but it is essentially unusable unless you stand in the main area and pee in its general direction. This can make for interesting conversations in the morning. We made the mistake of going in late Autumn, so the condensation in the boat was a bit of an issue. I think the description was a little misleading - but it DOES provide a safe bolt hole that is reasonably priced. Would be good for backpackers or retired submariners of diminutive stature looking to recapture their glory years.”
 
I’m still shocked that some people gave it a 10… must be the dwarf submariners.
 
The day marked the first serious accumulation of snow of the winter. This conflicts me as I hate snow but am somewhat relieved the climate still produces it. Ottawacker Jr. started up his snow removal business again and has now earned more money than I have since we returned from Portugal.
 
In the afternoon, watched the Liverpool match against Newcastle United. It was an entertaining game for the neutral, but there are obvious signs of fatigue in the Liverpool team. Had leftovers for dinner. Fell asleep in the chair again. The lurgey is still present.