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Suppose I should be after introducin' meself. After many years of facing the unwashed hordes, I have finally procured myself a position that is so many layers removed from direct customer service that sometimes my ears start ringing from the strangeness of it all. But I figure I've earned it. I've worked just about every kind of retail/service job there is, and I've OD'd on the brain bleach, I'm afraid. At least I never touched the purple kool-aid. 
I live in Nova Scotia, having moved here from the Vancouver area in 1995. The climate SUCKS, the bugs are insane, and the rural areas are culturally about 30 years behind the rest of the country, but it's still a million times more relaxed than the Wet Coast, and it doesn't rain NEARLY as much.
Oh, and I have a husband and a dog, both of whom I have to be forcefully restrained from mentioning occasionally. They're both even weirder than I am, making us a totally dysfunctional little family, but we like it that way.
I lurked for quite a while, but I finally decided to come out of hiding. Folks here are just too interesting.
I live in Nova Scotia, having moved here from the Vancouver area in 1995. The climate SUCKS, the bugs are insane, and the rural areas are culturally about 30 years behind the rest of the country, but it's still a million times more relaxed than the Wet Coast, and it doesn't rain NEARLY as much.
Oh, and I have a husband and a dog, both of whom I have to be forcefully restrained from mentioning occasionally. They're both even weirder than I am, making us a totally dysfunctional little family, but we like it that way.
I lurked for quite a while, but I finally decided to come out of hiding. Folks here are just too interesting.
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