Foie Gras

Foie Gras (PM XLVII)

I caught a quick glimpse today

of an e-mail addressed to a

supervisor that I'm pretty sure

I was not supposed to see.

Apparently somebody had phoned

in because they saw an employee

chasing a Canada goose

in the Hillier Avenue

parking lot.

They wanted to know if the employees

had nothing better to do than

chase assorted wildlife during

the work day.

I was the goose chaser!

Actually I wasn't chasing the

fucking thing.

I had got off the bus and

walking to the plant I encountered

the goose when I walked around

a truck.

Usually they run away but

this one was brave and

was not giving me the right

of way.

I did not chase him, I lunged

in his direction hoping to change

his direction and for me to avoid

getting billed. I have been snapped

at by a goose before and

it hurts.

Anyways the goose and I

reconciled, he went his way and

I went mine.

I can't imagine who the witness

was that decided it was important

enough to send an e-mail.

I didn't notice anyone and I

don't usually check parked

cars for occupants when I

am coming into work. When I'm

leaving, its a different story.

The e-mail got covered before I could

covertly finish reading it so I

am not sure what the final

action to be taken was going to be.

I tried successfully not to worry about

it for the rest of the day,

as I was sure the union would be

able to back me up.

Goose-Gate was a dead duck.

MCC