Saturday, May 24, 2014

Thou Shalt Not Complain

I had a good chuckle reading about the recent scandal at the University Of Saskatchewan, my old stomping grounds of higher learning. That venerable place of furry dog mascots, underground tunnels, and bizarre ritualistic warring between Ag and Engineering students.
 

University of Saskatchewan board fires president Ilene Busch-Vishniac

"The move to let Busch-Vishniac go comes after a flurry of criticism surrounding a decision to dismiss and end the tenure of a professor who openly criticized the university's leadership. That professor, Robert Buckingham, was returned to his teaching duties after Busch-Vishniac conceded the move was a 'blunder'."

And why was the professor fired? For having sex with several students? Nope. For publishing research from grad students as his own? Nada. For getting drunk and humping one of those dinosaur skeletons in the geology building? Sorry, no.
 
The prof got fired for something much worse. For complaining. Is there any greater sin to commit in Saskatchewan? Complaining is the first commandment in the Rectangle of Regression. Don't do it. It'll get you into a heap of trouble if you dare to, even within the supposedly world of free speech at the university.
 


Alma Mater STFU
 
If you've lived in Saskatchewan, you know what I am talking about. If you haven't (which means you are not currently wearing a T-Shirt that says "Not everything on the Prairies is flat") here's the low-down:

You simply do not complain in Saskatchewan. Ever. Anywhere. About anything. Still don't quite understand? Here's a helpful FAQ:

Q: I just bought a used Chevy Cobalt from a friend and the wheels fell off on the drive home. What should I do?
A: Nothing. Just be happy with your purchase of the new pace car of Saskatchewan. In fact, buy your pal a sixer of Pil as a gift.

Q: I ordered a double cheeseburger from McDonalds and it arrived with only one patty, and no cheese. What gives?
A: You obviously ordered the wrong item. You should apologize to the staff for your mistake.

Q: I just waited four hours to see a doctor at a medical clinic. Should I say that this is unacceptable in the home of public healthcare?
A: No. This is normal. Take one for the team.

Q: The cashier at the Co-op overcharged me for fishing bait. Should I demand the difference back?
A: And steal from your brothers and sisters? Just walk away and go fishing. That slimy old jack you catch will only taste that much sweeter.

Q: I just got back from Old Navy and they are out of cargo shorts. Who should I complain to?
A: Join the club. Cargo shorts are in hot demand here.

And for all other questions:

Q: Who should I complain to about ______?
A: Nobody. Go back to Alberta. This is Saskatchewan.

Monday, May 12, 2014

The nightmare lives on

Have you ever lived in Saskatchewan? Step into my nightmare...

I haven't been to Saskatchewan in almost five years. Yet I still sometimes have dreams - nightmares? - about what life was like there. That place, that evil, awful, nasty, hellish place. The rectangle of regression.

Yes, it happens. My mind wanders, usually when it is in a vulnerable, tired state. Numb. It goes back to that dark place. The cursed land.

I only go there when I am weak. Fragile. Sleeping. Having a bad dream. In Hell.

Saskatchewan

They see me rollin...

It happens. Maybe once every 3 or 4 months. I wake up in the morning. Or maybe it is my wife. One of us has done it. Dreamt of that place. That awful, mediocre province that shall not be spoken of.

Saskatchewan

Fuck. These dreams are the worst. They always remind us of what life was like there. Cold. Boring. Dirty. Plain. White. Mediocre. Fat. Did I say cold?

Saskatchewan

I still hate it.