Ok, let's get this out of the way right now. I never want to have a desk job. My job at the Neighbourhood Space was a desk job, working on line., and I couldn't stand it. Recently, Bruce put his back out, so his labour job at the local arena no longer worked for him. This situation worked out for the both of us. I got moved to the job at the arena, and Bruce was moved to the Neighbourhood Space.
I have learned so far to sharpen skates and I'm starting to drive the Zamboni! I can (crappily) clean the ice now. I'm living every Canadian's dream. To ride the great white-and-blue symbol of hockey preparing. Its great fun.
We are one month into our rotation here, one third done, and its hard to imagine myself anywhere else now. I live in a house that is constantly filled with laughter, but not in the "gleeful child's laughter fills my house" in the "too many teenagers live in this house to keep the humour clean". Going home will mean I have to clean up my language (sorry mom and dad!) and my laundry. Recently, our washing machine broke (dammit Kurtis!) and we are leanring the art of "yeah, it's clean enough". I tell ya, this Katimavik thing teaches you waaaay to much about life.
Each day is a new adventure, so no worries
I love, love, love this post. I know it's been hard, and you are handling it so well, with your trademark ginger sense of humour. I love it. Keep up the good work and hang in there. a parcel should be arriving soon and it should bring a smile to your face. and another package will be along very soon too- likely within the week. Hang in there, my little ginger. Love you.
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