Not to mention, I have a great place to live (thanks Marla and Adam!) very close to the beach, Starbucks, Subway and Safeway, a good (but kind of scary) job at the Surrey Remand Centre (I think that's the real name) which is a maximum security prison (I'm right fancy now), and a month to prepare myself for school. Not that I'm doing anything that could actually be called preparing in anything but the loosest sense of the word. Because that's just how I am.
So yeah, at the prison I am now the Activities Counsellor (or maybe Coordinator...) for the Mentally Disordered Inmates. Otherwise known as Arts and Crafts. So far it's good. A little weird having to go through metal detectors and be buzzed in through all the doors and all that but kind of fun. I also get to wear a fancy shmancy personal safety device just in case I get stuck with a shiv. Kidding. I anticipate no sticking. Or would you call it shivving? Meh. But I do have a personal safety device and Marla tells me that if it goes off the guards do indeed arrive in a speedy and alert fashion (she set hers off accidentally once...I'm told that's really not something I want to do). I asked the head guy (I have no idea what their titles are...they have scary uniforms and make me kind of nervous so I can't possibly be expected to focus on these things) if I could set mine off if I was feeling lonely or there was a spider or I was hungry or whatever and he said sure. I'm assuming he was kidding. I'll let you know how that goes.
Yesterday I spent some time interviewing (again in the loosest sense of the word) potential tenants for the suite downstairs with Adam. That was kind of fun. Okay, maybe not so much fun as...not boring. There are more coming tomorrow. I'm stoked. I like that I get to have a say. I'm going to have to think of some really good questions to ask...I'm open to suggestions.
Did I mention my new shoes? Oh right. I did. Sorry. I don't hate them, I like them (Nacho Libre reference, sorry).
Um, one of the headlights on my car burnt out. That's inconvenient.
I miss my dog. I spend a lot of time hugging Marla and Adam's dogs but it's just not the same. Because they're huge. The doglet weighs about 6 pounds and these dogs weigh around 100. Each. Which actually makes them good for the hugging but not so convenient to carry around with me. I don't even own a bag big enough to stuff them into. Stupid dog sized dogs.
I dropped a shelf on my baby toe (right foot) while I was moving. It hurt.
Oh! Yeah, okay, about the move...it was really good! It went really smoothly and was relatively stress free. Which makes me happy still. The people who were supposed to help load everything up didn't show up so it was just my dad and I but it went really, really well. It took us awhile but whatever. I don't really have all that much stuff so it's all good. And Adam helped us to unload so that took much less time. Which was also very good. Yay Adam! Whatever. Yay me! :-)
And that's pretty much it. Okay bye!
3 comments:
Questions for screening potential tenants, eh? (Insert chin stroking or nose tapping here).
I know you must get asked these questions by landlords all the time but:
1) What is your position on colonialism and its latent effect on B.C.'s hot-house tomato industry?
2) If you were a salad, which salad would you be?
3) Train "A" leaves Moncton on a Wednesday at 3pm local time heading towards Winnipeg. It's carrying many children from local schools. Train "B" leaves Saskatoon on the Thursday at 10:30am local time heading for Windsor. It's carrying a shipment of puppies, lego, and "Hang In There" cat posters. The conductor on train "A" has been on a week-long bender, and the conductor on train "B" has no legs. Who do you give your rookie Michael Jordan trading card to?
Remember to look either concerned or relieved with the answer given.
Yeeeooooow!
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