This past weekend was not one of my favourites, but in the
end I learned a lot of things about myself and reaffirmed the values that I
have held onto so dearly over my lifetime.
Let’s start back at the beginning. On Saturday, I attended
the funeral of my partner’s boss/mentor.
This man, David, meant a lot to Rob and me because he really took Rob
under his wing at a time when job prospects seemed to be getting bleaker by the
day. Being a man looking for work in the
serving industry is difficult and it’s hard to find employers who are willing
to give you a chance when most restaurants want to hire pretty young women to
do the majority of the serving positions. David was the one who gave my partner a
chance. Rob and I were elated when he
found a job in Ottawa’s night-life district and now things were certainly
looking up for both of us. This simple opportunity restored us with a new-found optimism and saved Rob from having to work in the land of no tips and terrible
bosses. Eventually that restaurant closed and Rob moved on to one of David’s
other restaurants, again all thanks to David.
This is about the size of the bouquet |
“No worries, just put
on a smiley face for Rob and his friend and carry on.” I thought. “They
need you to be strong.”
While Rob got the cabbie to move the van around back, I followed
his friend to the top floor of her apartment building and grabbed the massive
bouquet, weighing well over 50 pounds. My arms were placed cumbersomely around
the base of this massive pot and waddled my way down 3 flights of stairs
holding this gargantuan creation.
It didn’t take many steps to realize that one of the reasons
the floral arrangement was so heavy was because it was filled with water -
water that proceeded to spill ALL over the front of my pants, particularly in
the crotch area. There is no question that it looked like I had thoroughly
soiled myself.
Putting on a brave face for Rob and his friend, I brushed it
off and thought again: “Don’t get pi$$ed
off John, they worked really hard on this and didn’t think that the water would
fall all over your crotch and if you would have just carried it with Rob as
originally planned, this wouldn’t have happened in the first place.” Thus,
I kept my composure and got down to the van.
While I waited (semi)patiently for the driver to open the
hatch, the pot started to get heavier.
As soon as that door opened, I bent my knees, squatted to set the
flowers down, and heard the worst sound you ever want to hear 20 minutes from
your home and 15 minutes from a funeral – the ripping out of the butt in your
pants. Yes, that’s right, as I set the bouquet down, the a$$ off my pants
ripped from the top, ALL the way down to the bottom.
This is EXACTLY what happened. |
Now, Rob and his friend on the best of days, do not do very
well in these kinds of situations, and when you add in the factor that they are
15 minutes away from going to celebrate the life of someone very near and dear
to them, this couldn’t have come at a worse time. However, after a little quick thinking, we
found a needle and thread and we were off to the memorial service.
The good news was that I was wearing a long peacoat, so no
one had any idea that there was a full moon happening right next to them, so
when we arrived, I was able to sneak past everyone into the nearest bathroom
stall I could find. Of course, when I
finally found a stall, there was someone occupying the only other stall next to
me, taking one of the rankest poops my nostrils had ever been subjected to. To add to that, they were a nervous poo-er so
instead of just getting it over with, flushing that down and moving on, he sat
there while I had to take off my wet, ripped pants and start stitching up my
butt crack.
Meanwhile, as I am trying to move things along (keep in mind
that the service was starting any minute) a line-up started to form outside of
the stalls. Apparently pooping before church is the “thing to do” these days. With the added pressure of people waiting, I
ran out of thread and said to myself “F* it! Good enough!” and proceeded to get
re-dressed.
After that entire ordeal, I only managed to get halfway done
sewing up the seat of my pants. I guess you could say that I did the job “half-a$$ed”. I had no choice but to keep my heavy winter
coat on through the entire service, but I must say, being able to show a select
few people (including David’s daughter) that I had blown the a$$ out of my
pants, provided a much needed laugh on that sombre day.
Now, you might be asking yourself, what is the point to this
story here on a financial blog? Well the answer is simple and it’s one that was
part of a common theme found in all the speeches commemorating the life of
David, stay positive. David lived his
life with a very infectious optimism that will live on with those he
encountered in his life.
As you go through your debt repayment journey, remember that
sometimes things are going to come up that are out of your control and that you
need to keep a clear head, make a plan, and stay positive. Establish an emergency fund so that you’re
not stuck struggling to stay afloat and don’t be afraid to reach out for help
in a time of crisis. After all, you never know when you’re going to be stuck in
the $hit trying to stitch everything back together.
Rest in peace David. You have meant more to Rob and I than you know, and we will be forever grateful.