Domino

Dominos falling.

There is currently an advert on TV for Boston Pizza, it features the Sasquatch as a server.
The fact is that if a Sasquatch went in to almost any organisation looking for work today, she or he would be given a job.

The Nature Park is a small organisation and positions there are not well paid. But any work in environmental interpretation is sought after. Usually.
Right now, staff shortages over here, or maybe here in BC are really biting. Every time we try to fill a position, the person we choose gets whipped away from under our nose. We line our dominos up and they get knocked down.
I'm not looking forward to trying to get a French speaking assistant for the autumn.

So on Sunday we have Slugfest coming up. Slugfest isn't what it sounds like, no-on eats slugs, well, except Freckles the injured snake who has been promised some of the slugs once they have performed. Sounds cruel and unusual really. You get to be on show and handled by many, then you get fed to the snake. Tough breaks.

For some reason, Slugfest isn't well attended and doesn't make us much money, and yet whenever you mention the Nature Park to anyone, they remember Slugfest.
Some poor sod in the heat forecast for Sunday, currently down from 37º to 29º, gets to wear a slug costume. Deep joy. Even deeper joy that it ain't me.
I get to lead the guided walk.

Yesterday, Kris had to do an interview about Slugfest for some Chinese TV channel. They wanted to film her taking a container of slugs out of the fridge. I was worried about that. There's bound to be some hygiene law that prohibits that kind of thing. If not, there probably should be.

Not in any way related to either dominos or Slugfest, I noticed in this week's 'The Week', that Asda fears the imminent demise of the paper doily. Apparently 15 years ago they sold 12,000 packs a week, now, a mere 400.

It still worries me that 400 of my fellow countryfolk go out and purchase paper doilies in any given week.