So we were at the beach yesterday, barbecue, kung-fu people . . . we were planning on sticking around until the annual Celebration of Lights fireworks started . . .
. . . but then instead, it rained suddenly. Which sucked. And then it thunderstormed. Which sucked a little less because even though it was wet, the lightning was REALLY cool.
Then today, I saw pictures people took of the thunderstorm:
http://www.flickr.com/search/?q=vancouver+lightning+-wa&d=taken-20090725-&ss=0&ct=0&w=all&adv=1
Yeah. That's pretty awesome.
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So I get news at work before Superstore closes that a plane crashed in the city, industrial area near the bridge I usually take to get home:
http://www.vancouversun.com/news/least+dead+Richmond+plane+crash+reports/1776106/story.html
As my shift finished, Alexa called me asking if I was okay. Eep. Well, I imagine tomorrow's gonna be interesting in terms of seeing what's left of the area. But yeah. Eep.
In other news . . .
Job hunting has gone into full force, and I'm officially in make-or-break territory. With the youngin' off to school in September, I'm gonna need a whole lot more income really soon.
This is gonna be an interesting couple of months ahead. Still, though. Eep.
Haha . . . I wonder how much the new Valkyria Chronicles OP is gonna piss people off who don't already know the story . . . . .
In other news, I totally helped stop a shoplifter at work on Saturday. I had just finished my shift and was in line at the bank machine when the lotto woman motioned for me to help the host who was trying to both keep a man from getting away and make a page with her phone to call for assistance. I got in front of the guy while he continued to threaten and harass the host while she kept shouting "he took something!" and "you have something under your jacket!". The guy tried to make a break for it a couple times, but I blocked him each time; he didn't seem to put up nearly as much of a fight against me (and I'm probably glad for that).
Well, manager arrived, loss prevention guy arrived, did his thing where he's just the scariest middle-aged asian man in the world . . . eventually the guy gave up, was escorted back further into the entrance of the store where he unloaded two large packs of steaks from out of his jacket (about $46 worth). After that, loss prevention guy to him to "get the hell out." I suppose taking the guy into "the little room" just wasn't worth it, I guess.
Sad part, of course, is that since the meat was now pretty much ruined and the plastic wrap was popped, the meat still had to be written off and tossed anyway. Still, for being an active participant in helping stop the guy, it more or less made my day.
Until later that night when we all went to night market. Freakin' love night market . . . we may need to go again some time . . . but with more money . . .
