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It was while working at a Nuclear Generating Station in Ontario, Canada that the author met many American contractors who specialized in nuclear contract work within North America.

These men and women jokingly called themselves Nuclear Whores and the website in which they found work was called http://www.roadwhore.com/.

According to the online ‘Urban Dictionary’, a Road Whore is defined as: “A temporary worker from out of town. In engineering and construction, road whores seek out and find massive bonuses, high pay rates, hazardous duty pay, per diem, housing allowances and any form of premium remuneration”.

These new friends taught him the ways of the contractor and he soon began a life as a nuclear contract engineer, moving from project to project around Ontario.

Soon after beginning his life as a nuclear contract worker, the author met and fell in love with a news journalist while doing improvisation at Second City in Toronto.

Three years later they got married. A year after that they gave birth to a son.

Unfortunately their love was short-lived. It ended two years into their marriage while living in Kincardine, Ontario while working under contract at the Bruce Nuclear Facility and she was home with their son.

One day, she packed everything including their son and moved to Oakville leaving the author in Kincardine, all alone.


Like many parents who suddenly find themselves inthis position, the author was surprised when told he was not an equal parent of his 1 year old son, but was what his divorce lawyer referred to as a “Secondary Parent”.

As such, he was not allowed to talk to his son whenever he wanted or to see him whenever he wanted. He had to fight to see his own son, and this took time.Without his boy in his daily life, he couldn’t eat, sleep or work. He was absolutely devastated.

After a few days, he went to his family physician who was immediately concerned for the author’s well‑being. This country doctor suggested a personal remedy of his for overcoming difficult times; he told him to concentrate all his thoughts away from the negativity of the present to the funny, happy stories of his past. He suggested trying to relive these memories, by recollecting them through painting, writing, songs, etc...

So, he wrote.

Each day, he concentrated on one funny, true story from his past. He would think about it for hours at a time, sometimes all day, and then would write it down. It took 42 days for the author’s lawyer to get visitation permission to visit his son in Oakville and in that time he wrote the stories that compile this blog.



Bear Security



During one of our weekly section meetings at the nuclear power plant, Ludka read out a corporate announcement stating that the modifications to the security fence surrounding the plant were finally complete.

This multi-million dollar project incorporated state of the art technology into the fence.

Ludka said the exact upgrades were not detailed in the announcement due to security reasons but we had all heard the rumours; wherever the fence was touched, cameras zeroed in on the location. Heat signature equipment and security microphones, combined with the camera, sent data to a high-tech computer that could instantly analyze to determine what the risk was, if any. Also, if the fence was ever cut, the technology in the fence itself would allow the security team to know instantly where the breach was.

All the latest in technological devices were included in the design of the fence. It was no wonder that it had a multi-million dollar budget.

We were all impressed. Of course, anything technology related is a big hit in a room full of engineers.

Ludka then went on to read the next announcement. "Be careful when walking outside as a large bear was spotted recently on-site…” she began.

I raised my hand, interrupting her..."How did a bear get onto the grounds?"

"What do you mean, Max?" she asked with a sigh.

"Well, with the new security fence installed, how did a large bear, probably weighing a tonne or more get on-site?"

"Oh, that's easy", she said, happy to know the answer. "The fence doesn't go all the way around the property.”

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

you spelled interrupting wrong =P

SuperStenoGirl said...

I think that'd be your cue to groan and bang your head on the desk in exasperation! LOL

Anonymous said...

...company philosophy...

n1wgk said...

absolutely incredible...this is something that should be sent in to Dilbert!