Science Centre, Some Guy

We went to the science centre in Toronto on the weekend, and I found out that I am capable of folding my tongue, which only one in 500 people can do (not to be confused with tongue curling, which two in three people can do). In the behaviour patterns section, everything was made to be unsettling. There was one point where there was a sign in front of a door, which said that, due to the nature of the exhibit, they needed you to stand in front of this camera and let it take a picture of you. Then it asked you to slowly turn around until you faced the camera again. When you went through, in giant letters written on the wall, there was this:

THINK ABOUT WHAT JUST HAPPENED
YOU WERE SORTED
WAS IT SCIENTIFIC?
WAS IT FAIR?

There was another section where there was a black-and-white checked floor strip. A sign asked us to walk only on the white tiles. When you reached the end, another sign asked if you really only stepped on the white tiles, asked why you would do that, since there's no reward, but chances are, you did it anyway. Wanted you to look back and see if other people were walking only on the white tiles, which people are obeying the sign's commands.

Okay, sign, you want to know why I only stepped on the white tiles? Because it's the science centre and I thought I'd learn something cool if I did, like a neat little mind-screw, but apparently not. Apparently the science centre's just a bully.

Toronto's science centre's worlds better than Montreal's. In Katimavik, me and three other people got stranded in Montreal for a day, so we went around trying to find free stuff to do. We watched a street performer, climbed a clock tower, and went to the science centre. The science centre there was basically just entrance attractions that would normally be meant to lure you into the area you have to pay for,but we couldn't find any indicator there was anywhere different. Basically, it had some facts, a black hole simulator, some paintings, and a water fountain. It was actually closer to being an art exhibit. At least it was free, unlike Toronto, but saying the two are even comparable is a joke.

Two people have passed out in my work station in the past two days, and today I had to work with one of the most annoying people I have ever met. All day it was,
"You like banging prostitutes, buddy? I do. I banged like, fifty of 'em."
"You smoke weed, buddy? Did you smoke weed before coming in today? Why not?"
"You see that guy? That guy's a fucking bobble-headed bastard. That guy's a fucking billy goat from Narnia. HEY YOU! Yeah, you fucking billy goat."
"You think you're better than me? Fuck you, buddy."
"You like whores, buddy? Everyone likes whores."
"You see that guy? That guy's a fucking Jack-o-lantern. He's a fucking pumpkin-headed bastard."
"You see that guy? That guy's a crazy fuck. He's like, hardcore Christian. Like, I'm Christian. Like, Catholic, you know? But that guy... He's the bad kind of Christian. The kind that doesn't look at porn."
"See that chick? I need you to bang her for me, buddy. I will pay you, buddy. I work with her, and she pisses me off. She just needs to get laid."
"There's this guy who just totally harasses all the girls. He just stands there, hardcore staring at them, saying which one's he'd bang. This one girl got really scared and started trying to avoid him. You'd be scared too if you were a little girl and this big guy came over to your work, just staring and licking his chops. Man, I love that guy."
"I love porn. Those girls are such whores, it just makes me laugh."
"I think a lot of people around here hate me. It's because I embarrass them by being so much better than them at their jobs."
"I like you, man. You're a good guy. We make a good team."

He ditched us for a half hour to take a nap and look at the lunar eclipse, insisted he do the harder of the two jobs, even though he's inexperienced at this and wound up getting swamped and begged for mercy inside fifteeen minutes, said he didn't want a chair when I offered to get him one, then, when I got up, stole mine...

I got my chair back and put him on the easiest job.

One of the guys I work with regularly is not going to come back after Christmas break. He got a new job. He's the insane worker, who's been doing two full-time jobs, with one 22-hour shift per week. I'll be sad to see him leave, but his new job is part of his other job, so he'll be working way less, and really, that's for the best.