Studies, studies, studies and more studies but The Page found this one interesting!
Who works the hardest? Canadians? The English? French! Japanese? Chinese? According to a TradingPlatforms study, it is – ta da! – Mexico!
So much for all those siestas we hear about!
In the study, 30 developed countries were ranked according to the hours they work on average each year. Included in the study was happiness and overall work-life balance. An index was constructed from leisure time, annual working hours, total paid leave days, commute time, happiness and gross disposable income.
And Mexico was the winner as the hardest-working nation in the world! Residents work an average of 2,193 hours each year, or just over six hours each day on average. Greece is second at 1,898 hours. Ranking last was Germany with only 1,331 hours (3.65 hours per day) each year.
And Canada? We ranked 21st out of 30 with 1,697 hours or 4.65 hours a day!
The Page received a scam email informing him he is the beneficiary of big money! Again!
Warning: never open these emails! This one came with a new twist. It was from the FBI!
I guess the scum of the world will go to any lengths to cheat an honest person. I mean, if it is from the FBI, it must be legit, right!
Pathetic!
The Page sees Canada Post just recorded the highest quarterly loss in its history. The reason? Ongoing strike activity and labour uncertainty which is pushing customers toward its competitors. Parcel revenue fell by 40 per cent alone.
Canada Post’s loss before tax was $541 million in the third quarter of 2025, widening from a loss of $315 million in the same quarter in 2024. The first nine months of this year, Canada Post lost $989 million compared with only $345 million in 2024.
The federal government wants Canada Post to begin a transformation plan to update letter mail delivery standards, converting remaining home delivery to commit mailboxes.
The Page likes this idea. Why city residents still have home delivery is baffling.
And like it or not, rural and remote areas need Canada Post to provide the service. Everyone knows service to the north is expensive and impossible to show a profit. There are services government has to provide at a loss.
The Alberta government is going to spend $200 million to build “thousands” of more affordable homes in the province through its Affordable Housing Partnership Program.
Great! Now if only the government could get off its ass and do something about the cost of living in those affordable homes they would really be onto something!
Don’t the Brainy Smurfs in Edmonton realize it is a huge problem for people to just live, with the cost of everything rising and rising? A new affordable house will not mean very much if you can’t afford to heat it, pay electric bills, or buy food and furniture.
The Page has no idea how single mothers and seniors on fixed incomes make a go of it!
The Page was listening to his friend’s bachelor problems the other day.
“I have the worst luck,” he says. “I met this beautiful girl and we have a nice, long chat. So I asked her to call me when she got home.”
“Well,” said The Page. “What happened.”
“She didn’t call,” says the friend. “I have the worst luck! She must be homeless!”
“How was your blind date?” asked a female friend to her college roommate.
“Terrible,” she answered. “He showed up in his 1950s Rolls Royce.”
“Wow!” says her friend. “He must be rich! What’s so bad about that?”
“He was the original owner!” she sobbed.
A very pretty girl is shopping in the department store and approaches the counter.
“I would like to buy this material for a new dress I’m making. How much does it cost?”
The male clerk is smitten with her beauty and decides to make a play for her.
“Only one kiss per yard,” he says.
“Fair enough,” she says with a twinkle in her eye. “I’ll take 10 yards!”
The clerk can’t believe his good luck. He quickly measures out the cloth, wraps it up and teasingly holds it out for her.
She accepts the package, smiles and points toward the old man standing beside her.
“Grandpa promised to pay the bill!” she says.
One afternoon a father polar bear and his baby polar bear son were sitting in the snow.
“Dad,” he says. “Be honest with me. Am I 100 per cent polar bear?”
“Of course you are, son, don’t be so silly,” says his father.
A few minutes pass and the son turns to his father.
“Dad, tell me the truth. I can handle it. Am I 100 per cent polar bear? Not brown bear or panda bear or grizzly bear in me”?
“Son,” his father answers. “I am 100 per cent polar bear, your mother is 100 polar bear and you are 100 per cent polar bear!”
More time passes. The baby polar bear speaks.
“Dad, don’t worry about sparing my feelings. I really have to know. Am I 100 per cent polar bear?”
The father polar bear is starting to get angry at answering the same question.
“Son, why do you keep asking me if you’re 100 per cent polar bear?”
The baby polar bear replies, “Because I’m freezing out here!”