One of those “What?” moments

After work, I headed downtown to do a few errands and had one of those moments I’m reluctant to describe. This occurred in the parking lot of the car wash on Industrial Road.

When I arrived, I was the only one in line to get in. All of the bays were in use so I would get in reasonably quickly. Another vehicle pulled in behind me shortly after. It was a City of Whitehorse truck. Now, since it was a nice day, I was standing outside waiting my turn. Right after pulling behind me, he starts to try to get around. I figured he wasn’t willing to wait and wanted to pull out around the building and leave. The passenger asked if I would pull ahead a bit, so I got back into the truck and moved it forward so he could get around me.

Imagine my surprise when he doesn’t leave. Instead, he jumps ahead of me in line. I guess he was in even more of a hurry than I thought. I was so flabbergasted that I didn’t think of getting the license number until it was too late. After a few minutes, and just as I was walking up to say something, they pull out, around the building and leave. I figure that waiting is something only us mere mortals are expected to do.

I did send an e-mail to council to complain. I’m not sure what will come out of the e-mail, so I guess I’ll just have to wait and see…

I’m now allergic to Fridays

I had to do some interesting math this week. According to the union agreement, there is a cap on the number of vacation hours you can carry over at the end of the fiscal year. If you have hours over the cap after June 30th, you lose those hours. No, you don’t get paid out for them. I presume it’s to prevent you saving up hours and then taking a huge amount of vacation at once, making you unavailable when you’re needed.

There’s a double issue for me as well. Instructors are not supposed to take vacation in between September and the end of April. This is reasonably sensible, since you really can’t go anywhere during the terms when you’re supposed to be teaching. I say, “reasonably sensible” because it’s been reasonably applied here as well. If, for example, there are days of the week when you don’t teach, there has been quite a bit of leniency on behalf of the college to ignore the rule when you apply for vacation that would only include those days. And, when your courses are online and there isn’t a huge requirement for your presence in a specific location, instructors have been permitted to take vacation during the term so long as they have access to the internet to deliver lessons while away.

Having spent most of the last six months on sick leave, I’m facing being substantially over the cap come the end of the fiscal year. The alternative is to basically force the end of the term and being gone after the last exam date. This isn’t a good choice as, sometimes, students have issues that make writing the final during the exam period impossible. Please note here that I do differentiate between the concept of “reason” and “excuse” and that not all of the cirucmstances are as pressing as they could be. But, often, there are really good reasons why a student needs to write a final or submit assignments late. Therefore, I was officially “in a pickle.”

After a chat with the department chair, the pickle has ended. I don’t have classes on Fridays. Therefore, starting this week, I have every second Friday, at least, off. This makes it easier to manage vacation time in the spring without losing vacation.

Now, there is another option. Another clause in the CBA does allow for reinstate of hours over the cap if you took time off for sick, bereavement, or special leave. This is not a given and requires approval of both the college and the employee. My chair and I both decided not to go this route. After all, who wants to do the paperwork when every second weekend is a long weekend….

An economics lesson to start your year

This year, new corporate tax reductions take effect, reducing the federal corporate rate from 16.5% to 15%. The idea behind this, and a bizarre one, is that by allowing corporations to retain money by reducing taxes, they will increase spending the retained money. This is supposed to be an additional bonus by aiming this at corporations to allow them to spend more in times of financial instability.

While this sounds good, it probably results in the exact opposite of its intention. Remember how corporate taxes are based. Taxes are paid on the corporate revenues minus the allowable expenses. Those allowable expenses are things such as salaries and benefits, monies spent on expanding the company or those spent locally on parts, supplies, services, etc. In short, taxation, in a punitive form, serves as the encouragement for companies to hire employees, maintain a sustainable rate of growth and purchase materials and services relative to their business.

Shareholder dividends also fall under the heading of allowable expenses, so these too are not taxed at the corporate level. Rather, the individual recipients, should they be Canadian, pay personal income taxes on these as personal investment income.  Non-Canadian investors are a little more difficult to tax in this manner, since they should be declaring this income in the country of their own residence, where they will be taxed according to those rules.

Interestingly, I’ve taken two courses in accounting that stressed how to deal with corporate taxation. The first surprised me many years ago when the instructor, a chartered accountant, informed us that the first rule of running a small business is to make little or no profit. Huh? Basically, he stated, that profit is taxed so ensure, before fiscal year end, that you spend monies on supplies or new hires to prevent making a larger profit, and hence, paying more taxes. The second course, run by the Federal Business Development Bank, reinforced this by paying a great deal of emphasis on the same lesson.

So, what do lower corporate tax rates achieve? They certainly appeal to a fiscal conservative base that the government is “pro-business.” This throws a bone to this group since no Conservative federal government has been fiscally conservative since the first go round for Arthur Meighan. However, the result of this will encourage corporations to horde profits, rather than spend, particularly in the face of a probable EU recession and its effects on this side of the Atlantic. As for its planned result, expect higher unemployment and less investment as the year unfolds. Lower tax rates are the actual “job-killing” tax the Prime Minister told us to fear during the election campaign. The law of diminishing returns probably kicks in at some punitive level of taxation, but we had the lowest corporate tax rates in the G8 before this reduction applied.

Sadly, this is basic economics. Given a federal government led by someone with a Master’s degree in economics, the approach, similar to Reagan’s failed “trickle down” economics, is somewhat at odds with reality. Where is the planning and leadership we should see with potential economic instability? We should expect more from our government than paying lip service to one group to the detriment of the majority…

Another year older

As 2011 fades into the distance, as it already has in parts of the world, I sit back and think of what the year brought. No, I do not cheer the passing of each year. Every year brings the bad as well as the good and I like to think that I would rather look fondly on the good things that happened in the year than focus on the negative. This is probably one reason why I don’t go out and celebrate New Year’s Eve.

I suppose our biggest news of the past year involved multiple trips to the hospital and surgery on several occasions. Considering that all came out well, and the problem left untreated could well have had somewhat final consequences, I think it was all to the good. Heck, I even lost a few pounds that I really should have shed years ago, albeit using a somewhat less drastic method. I’m healthy again and lighter. Double bonus! I also get to remind my siblings that my issues are hereditary and each of them has a 50% chance of going through the same thing so, getting checked out now is a good thing. I’d like to be selfish with my health problems, please and thank you.

We met new people and had good times. We did get camping a few times, and the little camping we did will only make camping in the New Year more appreciated. OK, I didn’t get fishing at all. Yes, that’s bad. However, we have a new boat and a new outboard and it will make fishing a lot easier to achieve since the camper can pull this boat and trailer and we don’t have to take two vehicles to the campground. Two trips out and back each way does take some of the fun out of it and this is now a thing of the past. And, the fish won’t recognize the new boat and hide in fear when they know I’m coming.

So, we’ll end this year on a few high points. I’m healing quite nicely. Clara is getting a new cell phone. We’re buying a friend’s treadmill. The family is healthy. What more could I ask for, other than something involving the lottery…

Christmas Eve

Well, I’m a bit sore after slipping yesterday so I’m not going to get a lot done today. I do have to scoot out to the grocery store and pick up a few things for dinner tomorrow.  All told, a quiet Christmas eve.

I do have one tradition left. I really don’t think Christmas is complete until I put out the seeds for the birds and Grumpy, the squirrel. I’m not sure Grumpy is that grateful for Christmas as he expects me to feed him the rest of the year. But, it really is the one Christmas tradition I really keep.

Oh, I do have one more. Merry Christmas to one and all. If you don’t keep Christmas, and I know many who do not, I’m going to cheat and extend another wish in keeping with the season: peace on earth and good will towards all…

T’was the night before the night before Christmas

T’was the night before the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a moose.

Or something along those lines.

I popped into work today to get a few things done that had to be finished before the term starts and I go back to work for real in January. It was a relaxed day with lots of Merry Christmas-ing and hugging. Then, at lunch time, I had to take a run downtown and discovered a truly icy patch on the sidewalk. Down I went after a short period of hang time. I knew I was going so just went with it, which probably reduced the amount of owies I received. I’ve found that if you try to fight it and stiffen up, you only end up with more injuries.

I did have to check to make sure I did nothing to my incision. Fortunately, I have not developed any leaks. I’m still sore but am now quite glad the surgeon decided that my staples weren’t ready to come out. They probably held things together and I really don’t want new ones. My poor old knee didn’t enjoy it, either.

I did stick my head into the barbershop where I fell and suggested they put a little salt down. I could have been a bit more grumpy about it, since they saw me go flying and no one came out to see if I was more or less intact. Oh, well. My Christmas spirit seems to have come early. And now, with my aches, I think I’m going to open some Christmas spirit in liquid form and have a black, Demeraran pain killer with coke.

End result: I did not get to the post office to mail the Christmas cards. I’m beginning to think they’re jinxed…

Oh, I am so far behind

Needless to say, being laid up before Christmas has meant that I’m a little behind the times. This is complicated by the fact that Clara has been getting over a bug and isn’t driving either. Someone posted a picture on Facebook this morning that said what I want for Christmas is more time before Christmas. I could do with that, myself.

However, we are soldiering on. Katrina is coming over to help with the Christmas decorations. Getting the tree up would be good. I did hang the outside lights weeks before surgery, since there was a mild spell and I figured I’d take advantage of it. I have bought most of the Christmas cards and only done some of the shopping, so that needs to be dealt with sooner rather than later. I’m hoping to get the cards out later today. I did cheat and e-mail last year’s Christmas picture to some people. It’s crass, but effective.

Note: if your card or package shows up late, there are 12 days of Christmas…

It’s all over

I’m back, and considerably sooner than expected. I had my final surgery on Thursday afternoon and this turned out to be a more minor affair than we thought it would be. My ileostomy is closed over and all is back to the way it was, normal as ever so far.

I was back on my feet far sooner than I thought. When the surgeon came in afterwards, he said I should start walking around any time. I did sit up a little bit the first afternoon and discovered that wasn’t as easy as one would consider. Having an incision at your belt line makes folding over difficult. However, by about 9 pm, I was interested in taking a little stroll outside to partake of a certain bad habit I readopted over the summer. I called one of the nurses and asked to borrow a wheelchair to go out for a smoke. I expected some degree of stern lecturing but all I got was a laugh… and a wheelchair. She asked why and I explained that since I hadn’t walked that far yet (it is a good distance to the smoking area, down the stairs and the other end of the hospital), I didn’t want to try it and run into difficulty in the evening. After all, who wants to be the subject of the question, “And how long has he been lying out there?” She, and my doctor the next day, thought my approach was rather sensible (OK, the approach was but the smoking, not necessarily).

By the next morning, I was walking that far. I trundled down to the cafeteria to get a good cup of coffee. I trundled down to get a paper. By Saturday, walking around gave me something to do and I came to understand the difference in degree between this surgery and the others. I was bored. When one of the nurses asked how I was on Saturday morning and I mentioned this, she said I would probably get out that day. Since I was supposed to be in for five days to a week, I was a bit skeptical. I should have had a hint when they took my pain-killer pump on Saturday morning, as well as my IV pump. Literally. They took it out of the room. This is a big thing as it takes some logistical planning to even go to the bathroom with a tube running to a tall pump on wheels that has to accompany you… and not get hooked on anything in the process.

When the surgeon who was doing rounds showed up on Saturday the first time, I was having a nap. I had popped downstairs later in the afternoon and he was just coming out of my room as I walked down the hall. He watched me come down the hall, asked how things were and then asked, “How would you like to go home today?” I got home in time to watch the last two periods of the first hockey game, although I did sleep through the last period.

So, all of my surgery is finished. All that’s left is healing up. My incision is small, less than 6 inches in length, and is closing over nicely. There seems to be no sign of infection. I still have some trouble sitting for any length of time, but other than that — knock on wood — there seems to be no problems at all. Yes, I still have a bit of pain, and I do miss my dilaudid, but it beats the stuffing out of the last two surgeries…

Offline a bit

More surgery tomorrow morning. And, since the hospital doesn’t have internet access for patients, I’m sort of reduced to Blackberry access with 3 G… which means, here, Good Glorious God, it’s slow. Therefore, since posting here using my phone is tedious at best, I’ll be gone for a week or so.

See you on the other side.

Doug

Online news site posting boards

I am becoming constantly amazed at the level of debate on news web sites, such as that of the CTV, CBC, National Post, Globe and Mail, etc. Really, I’m amazed more at the lack of the level of debate.

Everyone has the right to their opinion. Everyone has the right to express it. I am more than willing to agree with this. However, many people have a tendency to public express opinions of subjects on which they have little or no knowledge and base this profound prose on things like old wives’ tales, political party affiliation, or just plain ignorance.

I’ve read comments on the recent housing crisis at Attawapiskat and wonder why some people feel the urge to offer “their two cents worth.” If you do not have even a little knowledge of northern reserves, the Indian Act, and how financial administration works for First Nations on reserves, you probably shouldn’t be offering your “wisdom.” Bluntly, it has been hard not to respond to most of these comments with the suggestion that they are giving inbred, white trash a bad name. Many of these comments are blatantly rascist and many approach the bounds of hate speech. I’ll spare you the comments as there are lots of examples from lots of online locations to choose from.

Why can people feel so easily about expressing such drivel? It’s easy, since most of these online bulletin boards allow people to post anonymously. While the idea is essentially a sound one in theory, it has fallen down in practical application. Many abuse this process and political parties/lobbyists frequently hire marketing companies to post on them. The federal government has used public funds for this purpose.

These are often easily discernible when the language of such posts are worded in party talking points and often contain substantial amounts of grammar and spelling errors so they look like the handiwork of “regular Canadians.” I don’t so much mind this marketing ploy. After all, if I was the leader of a political party and my communications director wasn’t doing this, I’d have a different communications director rather quickly.  My issue is the demeaning idea marketing companies have that regular Canadians can’t spell.

I think now that it is time that online news agencies change their online board posting rules so that people can only post under their own names and that their identity be verifiable. Maybe people wouldn’t be so quick to put forward stupid comments when it was obvious who they were. Maybe people would be a little less willing to describe the problems of ethnic groups in terms of stereotypes. And maybe, just maybe, the boards could actually function in a manner for which most were originally intentioned, a venue for informed debate on current events. Until such time, they are useless…