All true Track lived in Ottawa for more than four years and never ate poutine. I promise I would soon make up for that and take your word that it is good
After the fruit was all done, I went to the employment office.
They told me to come back in two weeks. I was back the next day. They showed me on a calendar where it showed two weeks later. I was back the following day.
This went on for another few days. By now all the people in the office knew me. "You really want to work don't you?" Of course that is why I was there wasn’t I?
I was send to the five-dime store. They put me in the hardware department, $25.00 a week would be my wages.
Hardware is difficult even when your English is good.
Well I just had to play at being “stupid” a little more often. One day a couple came in asking for ornaments. I did not have the foggiest idea what they were. I would go to another staff member and tell them that I couldn’t find or na ments, trying to mimic the words as best as I could. “They are right there honey” Oh okay? slapping myself on the forehead. So “honey” would now knew what ornaments where, never to be forgotten! At lunch time I had to float help out wherever. Told one heavy lady that her head was to big, I meant the hat that she was trying on. She said that she knew that............... I stayed in that store about six months.
Living in the middle of the fruit valley there are lots of packinghouses. I was hired in one, and given large rubber boots and an apron.
Tomatoes were the job for me here. Steaming kettles were coming down the line the tomatoes just having been cooked so it was now easy to remove the skins.
A card was hanging on your apron and if the supervisor judged the pot full enough she would mark your card.
On my second day, my pot was 3/4 full when I was told to move over. I just stood there, as I had no clue what was meant by, moving over. Again, move!
The supervisor yelled it now. Move! I did not react I just stared at her.
She was now getting to look like the color of my tomatoes lol
A lot of the women had stopped working. Shocked at the audacity of this new girl not to move when told to do so.
All of a sudden my kettle gets grabbed and shoved down the line.
"Heh, that is mine and I want the credit for it."
So I went after that pot, and of course that had been the idea all along.
I had learned another new word. MOVE.........
If you did more than your quota, you were paid extra.
I was over my quota in three days so they moved me to a table with green beans. The machine takes of the ends of the beans and it is your job, to find the ones the machine has missed. Can you imagine staring at green beans streaming past you for 9 hours at a time?
Most of the people working there were foreigners. They would shake their heads at me, and tell me that I was a bad girl that I should still be in school. I told them that I had left school six years earlier.
Sorry but we need to go back to those beans.
I found an apple box and sat down on it. This was better by far!
The women were hissing at me that I could not do that. What do you mean I can't, I just did!
I was never told to stand up and not one other woman took my example. Why were these women so afraid of authority?
My thinking was if I lose this job, there would be others, for I know that I am a hard worker.
Next we had to do apples. I lasted one day there. Rows and rows of apples pass you by, and you have to decide in a split second, what grade they are 1-7 different grades. The apples are then going down the line, to fall in a certain bin because of their size.
Then women wrap the apple in a tissue, to be put in a slot in a box, ready then for shipping.
I now was put in charge of weighting the apples and to keep score.
Up to 2 lb over was allowed but it was never to be under the weight it was supposed to be.under
We had no car, so one day walking down the main street Matt saw a sign in a restaurant window. He knew enough English to be able to read what it said. He told me that it said that someone was needed to work in the kitchen. I had been introduced to another Dutch lady, so I asked her to come with me for the interview.
I didn't get the job.
A few weeks later, I walked by this place again, this time alone.
I recognized that same sign. I didn't know that the lady standing by the cash register was the owner.
I just walked in, pointed to the sign in the window, showed her my hands, opened and closed them, turned them around and over to show her see, they are working just fine! I must have said something in English as the lady said; "Now you speak English.” I told her that I was mad.
Mad because I didn’t get the job the first time. Now I did get the job. Lesson one, do your own talking no matter how bad it is.
Even learned how to dry dishes, no, no, not one plate at the time, a stack at the time! I also had to make French fries. They are put in large barrels with a chemical to keep them white. This was done in the basement of the restaurant.
The servers would come downstairs, to get things like syrup.
I found several dead mice stuck to the cans. I cleaned up that place in the hurry.
Two weeks later a woman came to me with a large smile. Thanking me for taken her place, as she could not have gone on vacation otherwise.
Hi No mind, almost all our programs come from the States, Just checked TCM is a paying station and all I have is the basic ones. I am going back to the oldies as I am sick and tired of the junk I can get. There is the "Bachelor" Lord deliver us, it is the same, same thing, over and over, I do like "The Amazing Race" it is a good one........ Jenny
You're just weird Pat In canada they eat fries in Quebec and Ontario that way. Fries with cravy and cheese. Can't remember what they called fries like that.
Would love too Sophia. I was in a program that allowed you to stay with a host for 3 days. Breakfast included and the cost $15 a day. Most host took you places and often served a meal all for the same price. Very hospitable that is for sure, at the time 2005, it was a toss up between New Zeeland and Australia. Started in Adelaide and it ended in Brisbane.............. Jenny
Hi Jack. coming to Canada in '59 and ordering fries and a side dish of mayo, the waitress would tell me later, that she was watching as what I would do with that mayo. Told some; No I am not pregnant Today no one bats an eye when asking for mayo with your fries.............
Really" yes butter would do it afterall they are potatoes ha ha Contessa you own it to yourself to try fries with mayonaise. It is part of your education if you survived, please tell us about it : Jenny
Really the only way to eat fries is with mayonaise. If you have not tried it, don't knock it. You will never eat fries with ketchup again...............
Don't know if only Americans could buy a ticket Conrad. Anyhow I did not have a ticket and so did not win either.............bummer. Just think how many new "friends" I would have made..............
Hi Track was in New Foundland about 20 years ago. We thought we were clever waiting for the "Little darlings" to be back in school. It backfired as the ferry now did not go to St. John. It took two days by car to get to St John and no one told us that we had no choice but to take the same road back so that was four days.
You are supposed to have a lot of moose but in those four days, we did not see one! Did enjoy fish and chips they were sure good. Friendly, helpful people on the :Rock"
Mayonaise, would you llike fries with that?
Hey Dedovix just the odd time should be okay to enjoy your fries with mayo and or ketchup ?