I've long been a fan of Penn and Teller, but as someone who doesn't get any tv channels at all, I had no idea they had this show. (I also had no idea Penn had such a foul mouth! Language warning in effect.)
Check out this episode. It's great!
You may have to try a couple of times to get to it - I think it's been pretty busy.
Friday, March 30, 2007
Another reason I want a car again...
Today, we had another experience that reminded me of why I want to get away from using public transit and have a car again.
Aside from hanging around in filthy bus stops (street dirt, I can handle, but when you can't see through the windows as much from the spit as from the dirt, that's a whole new level) and dodging panhandlers, we witnessed another incident today.
The girls and I were about to transfer buses. I wasn't completely sure it would take us to where we were going, so I waited until everyone else got on before going to ask the driver if he stopped where we needed. One of the last people to get on in front of me was obviously agitated and sort of pushing herself ahead of people to get onto the bus. As she went past me, I heard her muttering something about "asshole" but I couldn't tell who it was directed at. I didn't think much of it until later.
The bus was pretty full, so the girls and I were in the front, and I found myself sitting in one of the sideways seats, facing another sideways seat, where they can be folded up to accommodate wheelchairs and the like. After a few stops, the people across from me left. Almost immediately, a very unhappy, hunted looking man moved from the back somewhere and sat across from me - followed closely by the woman I'd noticed earlier. She was highly agitated while talking to this guy, pushing and pulling at him, swearing, and loudly demanding that he "just give me my prescription." She would vacillate between angry and demanding, to begging and weeping. The guy was looking pretty desperate, saying things like "go away, Lady. Leave me alone." He soon got up to ask the bus driver to call security because "this lady" wouldn't leave him alone. She angrily and loudly swore at him, said "you're my room mate" and continued to demand her prescription "or I'm going to call my doctor." She seemed to think this guy was her room mate, but he seemed to have no idea who she was at all. The driver happened to be pulling up to a stop, so the guy got off before any call could be made.
She followed.
Looking out the window as we pulled away, wondering if I should be calling 911, I could see her pulling and smacking at this guy. He tried to push her away and get away, but she kept at him... and then I could no longer see them.
Everyone else on the bus was looking a bit wide eyed over this, and I noticed Youngest, sitting facing me, was looking rather alarmed. I said to her "that was kind of scary, wasn't it?" Her response.
"I'm just hoping there won't be another murder!"
WTF do you say to that? Especially since her observation was totally valid.
Aside from hanging around in filthy bus stops (street dirt, I can handle, but when you can't see through the windows as much from the spit as from the dirt, that's a whole new level) and dodging panhandlers, we witnessed another incident today.
The girls and I were about to transfer buses. I wasn't completely sure it would take us to where we were going, so I waited until everyone else got on before going to ask the driver if he stopped where we needed. One of the last people to get on in front of me was obviously agitated and sort of pushing herself ahead of people to get onto the bus. As she went past me, I heard her muttering something about "asshole" but I couldn't tell who it was directed at. I didn't think much of it until later.
The bus was pretty full, so the girls and I were in the front, and I found myself sitting in one of the sideways seats, facing another sideways seat, where they can be folded up to accommodate wheelchairs and the like. After a few stops, the people across from me left. Almost immediately, a very unhappy, hunted looking man moved from the back somewhere and sat across from me - followed closely by the woman I'd noticed earlier. She was highly agitated while talking to this guy, pushing and pulling at him, swearing, and loudly demanding that he "just give me my prescription." She would vacillate between angry and demanding, to begging and weeping. The guy was looking pretty desperate, saying things like "go away, Lady. Leave me alone." He soon got up to ask the bus driver to call security because "this lady" wouldn't leave him alone. She angrily and loudly swore at him, said "you're my room mate" and continued to demand her prescription "or I'm going to call my doctor." She seemed to think this guy was her room mate, but he seemed to have no idea who she was at all. The driver happened to be pulling up to a stop, so the guy got off before any call could be made.
She followed.
Looking out the window as we pulled away, wondering if I should be calling 911, I could see her pulling and smacking at this guy. He tried to push her away and get away, but she kept at him... and then I could no longer see them.
Everyone else on the bus was looking a bit wide eyed over this, and I noticed Youngest, sitting facing me, was looking rather alarmed. I said to her "that was kind of scary, wasn't it?" Her response.
"I'm just hoping there won't be another murder!"
WTF do you say to that? Especially since her observation was totally valid.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Lotto Protocol
I've found myself curiously reading about the scandal involving lotteries in Ontario. I find myself wondering how this sort of thing could happen, so I thought back to when I had jobs that included selling lottery tickets (though never in Ontario, the system is the same across Canada). I would've thought it extremely difficult, IMO, for a ticket seller to cheat on lotto winnings. I think, however, I can see where the breakdown happens.
This is what *should* be happening.
When a customer comes to me with a ticket to check, this is what I, the seller/checker, should be doing. In full view of the customer, I press the validate button on the terminal, then use the scanner to read the bar code. If it's a scratch ticket, I will then need to manually key in the last 4 digits, which are placed somewhat randomly under the scratch coating. In fact, if you have a scratch ticket, all you need are those last 4 numbers. I've had customers in a hurry scratch only those numbers, then get me to validate the ticket to see if it was a winner. Yes, some even have been.
Once scanned, the terminal then prints out a stub. Winner or not, it is written on the stub. I then take the ticket and the stub and show it to the customer, telling them if they won or not. If there are a number of tickets to check, I put the winning tickets and their stubs in one pile, non-winners and their stubs in the other, telling the customer of any wins (or not) as they are being checked. I then offer the stubs to the customer.
If I get a winning ticket under a certain amount (how much depends on the seller and how much cash they have on hand), I pay off the customer in either cash or tickets, depending on what the customer won or chooses. The winning ticket, and its stub, is then put together and set aside. With larger wins, the ticket and stub are given to the customer, who then has to call the Lottery Corp. to make arrangements for the payout themselves.
Loosing tickets, and their stubs, are returned to the customer and/or thrown out.
At the end of the day, when the terminal is shut down for the night, there are print outs that detail exactly how many tickets were sold, how many wins there were, and what payouts occurred. The winning stubs are tabulated and must correspond with that print out. The retailers get a portion of the sales, as well as a percentage of wins, so they *should* be very particular about this. I was rather taken aback at my last job when I found out they tossed the tickets and stubs for winnings under $10. Slack as it was, however, it makes no difference to the winning customer, as they've already had their payout processed.
This, I believe, is where the breakdown happens. Most customers never bother looking at the loosing stubs when I offer them, instead telling me to throw them out. When a customer wins, they can keep the original print out. A second copy, or a retailer copy, can be printed out for the retailer to keep with the winning ticket. I've never had a customer keep their winning ticket stub, though I've had some customers take their pile of validated tickets and stubs home with them. The vast majority, however, never look at their stubs. Since they have generally watched me checking the tickets, that's not usually a problem, but not all terminals are set up in full view of the customer as the ones I've worked at.
Whatever the set up, the clerk *must* offer the stubs and tickets to the customer, win or loose. This is part of the lottery procedure. If the clerk does not offer you the ticket and stub, they should be. I can see how, with most customers not bothering to look and saying to throw them out, a lot of clerks would stop offering. Unethical clerks might take advantage of that trust. If the terminal is not easily visible, I can see how someone can have a loosing stub on the side that they can switch.
So what can a customer do to prevent this? Well, the easiest thing is to check your numbers before having them verified at the terminal. I don't buy lottery tickets often, but when I do, I check the numbers online. Major newspapers print them out. Also, every morning when opening the lottery terminal, winning numbers for various draws are printed out and put on display at the kiosk where people can get slips to choose their own numbers.
Any jackpot lotto wins that have happened are also printed out when the terminal is opened, stating how much was won, how many winners there are, and what province the winning ticket has been sold in. This printout is kept by the terminal itself until the next day, when it's replaced by a new one. You can also ask for a print out of the winning numbers to be made and given to you. Any numbers printed out by the terminal are official numbers.
I can make mistakes when checking my numbers, so I will still take my lottery tickets and have them double checked at a terminal. Sometimes, I've been surprised and found I've missed a $2 win or something. Mostly, though, they're non-winners, and since I've already checked them, I usually tell the clerk to toss them, too. I tend to buy my tickets at the same places, so there's also a familiarity with the clerk or owner.
The thing to remember is that there is a very specific procedure that sellers are supposed to follow that ensures this sort of fraud doesn't happen. The average customer, however, probably has no idea what that is. Why would they?
So the next time you want to check your tickets, you can keep this in mind.
If possible, check the numbers yourself, either online at the lottery website or at the kiosk (newspapers and online news sites are good too, but sometimes they make mistakes. Official numbers are at the lottery corp. website, or the terminal printouts). Then take the ticket to the terminal to have it verified.
The terminal should be mostly visible (obviously, you won't always be able to see behind the counter completely). The printer and scanner is usually right next to the terminal and, watching the clerk, you should be able to see that the clerk is validating your ticket and removing the printout from the printer, not from someplace else.
The clerk should inform you of the win or loss and offer you the ticket and stub back.
Go ahead and take the loosing ticket and printout. It doesn't hurt to double check and throw them out later, or even just glance at them at the counter, then ask the clerk to throw them out. Most lotto kiosks will have a garbage can in it you can use, too. I, personally, would've preferred my customers did take their stubs. You wouldn't believe how quickly the garbage cans behind the counter fills up with loosing tickets and their stubs.
Or, you can take my favorite route. Buy/validate your tickets from the same business(es) as much as possible. When we do buy them, I like to buy them from the convenience store in our building. Why? Because I've gotten to know the owner a bit and I really like her. If we ever won a jackpot, I would love for her to get a percentage of those winnings!
This is what *should* be happening.
When a customer comes to me with a ticket to check, this is what I, the seller/checker, should be doing. In full view of the customer, I press the validate button on the terminal, then use the scanner to read the bar code. If it's a scratch ticket, I will then need to manually key in the last 4 digits, which are placed somewhat randomly under the scratch coating. In fact, if you have a scratch ticket, all you need are those last 4 numbers. I've had customers in a hurry scratch only those numbers, then get me to validate the ticket to see if it was a winner. Yes, some even have been.
Once scanned, the terminal then prints out a stub. Winner or not, it is written on the stub. I then take the ticket and the stub and show it to the customer, telling them if they won or not. If there are a number of tickets to check, I put the winning tickets and their stubs in one pile, non-winners and their stubs in the other, telling the customer of any wins (or not) as they are being checked. I then offer the stubs to the customer.
If I get a winning ticket under a certain amount (how much depends on the seller and how much cash they have on hand), I pay off the customer in either cash or tickets, depending on what the customer won or chooses. The winning ticket, and its stub, is then put together and set aside. With larger wins, the ticket and stub are given to the customer, who then has to call the Lottery Corp. to make arrangements for the payout themselves.
Loosing tickets, and their stubs, are returned to the customer and/or thrown out.
At the end of the day, when the terminal is shut down for the night, there are print outs that detail exactly how many tickets were sold, how many wins there were, and what payouts occurred. The winning stubs are tabulated and must correspond with that print out. The retailers get a portion of the sales, as well as a percentage of wins, so they *should* be very particular about this. I was rather taken aback at my last job when I found out they tossed the tickets and stubs for winnings under $10. Slack as it was, however, it makes no difference to the winning customer, as they've already had their payout processed.
This, I believe, is where the breakdown happens. Most customers never bother looking at the loosing stubs when I offer them, instead telling me to throw them out. When a customer wins, they can keep the original print out. A second copy, or a retailer copy, can be printed out for the retailer to keep with the winning ticket. I've never had a customer keep their winning ticket stub, though I've had some customers take their pile of validated tickets and stubs home with them. The vast majority, however, never look at their stubs. Since they have generally watched me checking the tickets, that's not usually a problem, but not all terminals are set up in full view of the customer as the ones I've worked at.
Whatever the set up, the clerk *must* offer the stubs and tickets to the customer, win or loose. This is part of the lottery procedure. If the clerk does not offer you the ticket and stub, they should be. I can see how, with most customers not bothering to look and saying to throw them out, a lot of clerks would stop offering. Unethical clerks might take advantage of that trust. If the terminal is not easily visible, I can see how someone can have a loosing stub on the side that they can switch.
So what can a customer do to prevent this? Well, the easiest thing is to check your numbers before having them verified at the terminal. I don't buy lottery tickets often, but when I do, I check the numbers online. Major newspapers print them out. Also, every morning when opening the lottery terminal, winning numbers for various draws are printed out and put on display at the kiosk where people can get slips to choose their own numbers.
Any jackpot lotto wins that have happened are also printed out when the terminal is opened, stating how much was won, how many winners there are, and what province the winning ticket has been sold in. This printout is kept by the terminal itself until the next day, when it's replaced by a new one. You can also ask for a print out of the winning numbers to be made and given to you. Any numbers printed out by the terminal are official numbers.
I can make mistakes when checking my numbers, so I will still take my lottery tickets and have them double checked at a terminal. Sometimes, I've been surprised and found I've missed a $2 win or something. Mostly, though, they're non-winners, and since I've already checked them, I usually tell the clerk to toss them, too. I tend to buy my tickets at the same places, so there's also a familiarity with the clerk or owner.
The thing to remember is that there is a very specific procedure that sellers are supposed to follow that ensures this sort of fraud doesn't happen. The average customer, however, probably has no idea what that is. Why would they?
So the next time you want to check your tickets, you can keep this in mind.
If possible, check the numbers yourself, either online at the lottery website or at the kiosk (newspapers and online news sites are good too, but sometimes they make mistakes. Official numbers are at the lottery corp. website, or the terminal printouts). Then take the ticket to the terminal to have it verified.
The terminal should be mostly visible (obviously, you won't always be able to see behind the counter completely). The printer and scanner is usually right next to the terminal and, watching the clerk, you should be able to see that the clerk is validating your ticket and removing the printout from the printer, not from someplace else.
The clerk should inform you of the win or loss and offer you the ticket and stub back.
Go ahead and take the loosing ticket and printout. It doesn't hurt to double check and throw them out later, or even just glance at them at the counter, then ask the clerk to throw them out. Most lotto kiosks will have a garbage can in it you can use, too. I, personally, would've preferred my customers did take their stubs. You wouldn't believe how quickly the garbage cans behind the counter fills up with loosing tickets and their stubs.
Or, you can take my favorite route. Buy/validate your tickets from the same business(es) as much as possible. When we do buy them, I like to buy them from the convenience store in our building. Why? Because I've gotten to know the owner a bit and I really like her. If we ever won a jackpot, I would love for her to get a percentage of those winnings!
My daughter is silly
(and so am I!)
Eldest accompanied me to a business meeting, and while waiting for it to begin, we sat in the hall, having an energy drink. As we were reading the ingredients list on the can, we noticed the bit where it read "0 sugars, 1 carb"
We both pretty much had the same image of the one, lonely little carb floating around in the can, saying "drink me! drink me!" in a tiny, high pitched voice.
Then Eldest, choking back laughter, tells me that her visual image of this lonely little carb was something like a sperm, wiggling around - then demonstrated by sticking out her finger and wiggling it past my face.
That was it for me! I could hardly stop laughing all night! Every now and then, one of us would look at the other, then stick out a wiggling finger. Or, with wide-eyed sympathy, whisper "just one, lonely little carb..."
Everyone else at the meeting must've thought we were quite the jovial pair! LOL
What a hoot!
Eldest accompanied me to a business meeting, and while waiting for it to begin, we sat in the hall, having an energy drink. As we were reading the ingredients list on the can, we noticed the bit where it read "0 sugars, 1 carb"
We both pretty much had the same image of the one, lonely little carb floating around in the can, saying "drink me! drink me!" in a tiny, high pitched voice.
Then Eldest, choking back laughter, tells me that her visual image of this lonely little carb was something like a sperm, wiggling around - then demonstrated by sticking out her finger and wiggling it past my face.
That was it for me! I could hardly stop laughing all night! Every now and then, one of us would look at the other, then stick out a wiggling finger. Or, with wide-eyed sympathy, whisper "just one, lonely little carb..."
Everyone else at the meeting must've thought we were quite the jovial pair! LOL
What a hoot!
Monday, March 26, 2007
On the train
The family and I were on the train when a young woman came on. Very friendly looking, well dressed, wearing a hijab. I am assuming she was Iranian (as an ethnicity, not citizenship). The reason? She was passing around pages to passengers that turned out to be a petition. It was directed at the PM. Most of the page was filled with "whereas" and "wherefores," and other legalese babblegab about Iran and how much we (Canada) needs to improve things. It took me a while to figure out what the petition was for. The very last line had it.
It was a petition to have an Iranian terrorist organization removed from Canada's list of terrorist organizations.
When I first started reading the bafflegab, I honestly couldn't tell one way or the other if the petition was in support or against something. One line could be taken one way, another differently. What removing this organization (the name of which I can't find now, and I've been looking at the GoC website, among other places) would do to meet the conditions mentioned previously, I can't figure out, other than perhaps placating Iran.
We didn't sign it, but I couldn't help but noticing how many people did - in particular the group of young Asian women who hadn't spoken a word of English the entire time we sat beside them. I'm hoping they could speak/read English, but for the (very short) length of time they looked at the pages before signing, I'm not so sure if they understood what they were signing - or if they simply skimmed and signed anyways. The legalese was difficult enough to plow through for someone who's first language is English. How much more difficult for someone for whom English is not their primary language?
For the record, English is the second language for my husband, and was not my primary language until I started school, so I'm not saying that English being a second or third language means that a person is less capable of understanding it - just that if your *primary* language is something else, misunderstandings are extremely easy. English is not a very logical language at the best of times. It's even less logical when couched in legalese terminology.
I couldn't help but wonder if any of the other passengers that signed actually understood what it was they were signing. Very few took the time to really read the petition. But they signed it anyways.
It makes me wonder just how valid petitions really are.
It was a petition to have an Iranian terrorist organization removed from Canada's list of terrorist organizations.
When I first started reading the bafflegab, I honestly couldn't tell one way or the other if the petition was in support or against something. One line could be taken one way, another differently. What removing this organization (the name of which I can't find now, and I've been looking at the GoC website, among other places) would do to meet the conditions mentioned previously, I can't figure out, other than perhaps placating Iran.
We didn't sign it, but I couldn't help but noticing how many people did - in particular the group of young Asian women who hadn't spoken a word of English the entire time we sat beside them. I'm hoping they could speak/read English, but for the (very short) length of time they looked at the pages before signing, I'm not so sure if they understood what they were signing - or if they simply skimmed and signed anyways. The legalese was difficult enough to plow through for someone who's first language is English. How much more difficult for someone for whom English is not their primary language?
For the record, English is the second language for my husband, and was not my primary language until I started school, so I'm not saying that English being a second or third language means that a person is less capable of understanding it - just that if your *primary* language is something else, misunderstandings are extremely easy. English is not a very logical language at the best of times. It's even less logical when couched in legalese terminology.
I couldn't help but wonder if any of the other passengers that signed actually understood what it was they were signing. Very few took the time to really read the petition. But they signed it anyways.
It makes me wonder just how valid petitions really are.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Check it out
For anyone who's concerned about climate change and global warming, I would consider this documentary to be a must see. It's 1 1/4 hours long, but worth every minute. It's the first time I've seen all of these pieces of scientifically based information all in one place.
Update: The video is now here.
Update: The video is now here.
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