It wasn’t in Quebec, I specify, I don’t want to find myself on the index at home.
Posted at 9:00 am
It was a morning somewhere on earth. The stomach is hollow and groans.
I order two Timatins from the car, “Between two loaves of bread, with egg and cheese,” according to the French Academy. One with ham, the other with bacon.
I get everything, yes, ham and bacon, but those two sides alone between two slices of bagel, no eggs and no cheese… Stinky the Timatins.
Annoyed, the stomach lets go and is satisfied with it.
The day before I had ordered a tuna salad in a restaurant, which was served to me… without tuna!
A bad pass.
For the past year or two I’ve lived under tremendous stress at the thought of arriving after 8pm in the in-between capital of Drummondville and not being able to feed myself.
Of course, I still have that fluffy sandwich in a convenience store fridge, which makes me look desperate at not being able to seduce a customer as the only one of his promotion.
Every time I visit the supermarket, I also have the impression of being in the corridors of a secondary school, no matter how much the staff is visibly younger. Current average age in my opinion, secondary school 4.
And I’m a Ti uncle. I’ve been eating the same pizza from the same restaurant chain for decades. It comforts me, calms me, connects me to the ground and lets me travel in time, in the past. But my last experience with her traumatized me. She betrayed me, she didn’t taste the same anymore! It broke me. Like becoming an orphan.
I can’t explain if this disaster was the fate of the youth in the ovens or the miserliness of the owners who would have changed the recipe.
Having uncovered all these inconveniences, but let’s admit that things are worse in the Donbass at the moment, far from wanting to blame these young people who have taken over so many businesses in Quebec, or even the merchants.
But still.
Everyone now understands what demographers have been repeating for years because we are feeling the effects so close to us now. There is an extremely serious labor crisis, a shortage, with no end in sight.
Of course, the governments of the past few decades should have looked outside the box. But since the consequences were not immediate, we left the package to the next one and so on. Rolling Stone…
It’s not just indifference on the part of our governments, it would be unfair to assume that. Measures have been taken, such as the major investment by the Quebec government in training in strategic occupations, announced a few months ago. Just like last week’s CAQ report on vocational training.
But if you read the programs of the other parties, apart from the well-known proposals on pensioners, we have so far been bogged down in the big policy statements that aren’t worth much money. Overall, what is on the table will not be enough.
Why don’t we feel a national emergency when we know we’re up to our necks in molasses?
Why don’t we explain that there will be so many labor shortages in the coming decades and that we have a comprehensive, clear plan that will fill those needs in key areas of activity with so many new workers, thanks to the sum of such solutions? A hole, a pin.
At the moment, one hears too many vague statements from governments. As, for example, it will be necessary to allow more people with disabilities access to the labor market. We’re sorry ? are we really there We shall soon be convinced that prisoners are being forced to work in foot chains, as was the case in the past and perhaps still is in the southern United States.
And we might think that soon we’ll invent a robot to go and torch into CHSLDs, where I’ll eventually become a client. Note that a robot would not catch COVID-19, a sure win.
Or that restaurants become canteens without service.
And then there is this extremely sensitive issue of immigration. Usually expressed as immigration thresholds. In Quebec we want to control this immigration, I understand that. But the immigrant admissions organization looks unbalanced and too often heartless.
And there are these other people who run their businesses, their wealth-creating businesses, for which we have created an incredible obstacle course to welcome new workers. We sense a great deal of discouragement among traders and entrepreneurs.
We shouldn’t be surprised if the latter are staring at Mexico to settle there. Net losses on the horizon.
And finally…if there’s anything Quebecers deserve from all political parties during this election campaign, it’s a detailed vision of how much, when and how this labor crisis will be resolved.
Go on ! Are we going crazy? we are capable
Between us
For the pizza I looked for a new fully dressed pusher.
A Kurdish immigrant from rue Racine in the Loretteville neighborhood of Quebec who gets high to serve us well.
In addition to masturbation, I have the impression of being useful and contributing to the integration of a person who deserves it.