Montreuil – Peter Montreuil

Last week’s column inadvertently underscored the fact that working as a records clerk was a mundane experience, After all, it’s impossible to animate paper, unless you are Stephen King or a Disney artist  😉 .

However, the tedious nature of the job did not diminish its impact on the circumstances of the individual who had made the application. If anything, it underscored the importance of matching correspondence to the correct file. My exposure to this process made me acutely aware of how “all the parts fit together” to allow the system to work.

This week, I am writing about something more personal, and what could be more personal than your name, or to be pedantic, your identity.

Peter VS the Pandemic Poltroons

” I have a medical condition…!” Or, why are some people so f***ing stupid?

This week’s column is about a subject completely different from what I originally intended to write about. THAT subject will be addressed next week.

Anyone else notice that things have been a little different over the last few months? Anyone else have an uneasy feeling about their environment lately? Anyone else evaluating the respective responses of the various levels of government to ” the new normal ” ?

Peter, A Pirate, and The Ramones

I am going to conjure up some more work memories this week. Bear with me.

I remember the date well, January 5th, 1976. I was standing in line at a Canada Manpower Centre with a completed registration form in hand. A staff member came up to me, checked it over, noticed that I had Grade 13 and asked if I’d be interested in employment with the Federal Public Service. I famously replied  “Sure, I’ll do anything!”