Saturday, oh, lazy Saturday — but some of you may have noticed that I have been spending some time making a few minor additions to this webpage. What? you ask. Where? you ponder. If you have managed to somehow miss them, (or for some strange reason this is your first visit) then redirect your attention to the front door and the list of photos that I have uploaded. Many thanks to Future Shop who, thanks to a limited time promo, scanned all my photos and put them on CDs so that I could share them with so many people who may or may not care.
Jeff, if you are reading this, you will be proud. I spent a couple hours today cleaning my apartment — vacuuming, washing, dusting, and other miscellaneous stuff — and the place wasn’t even that dirty. It’s not that I’m looking for recognition or anything — I just know a few people who might be mildly impressed at these facts that I am sharing.
Two cents for a thought
I was out for a wander today. The weather has been a little overcast, but muggy and I couldn’t really get in the mood to do anything more strenuous than a brisk walk around the neighborhood.
I did, however, find myself at the nearby Dairy Queen, where after casually walking by and admiring the colorful signs, tempting me with their oil-based, frozen treats, I broke down an was about to splurge on a vanilla cone. The till rang up two dollars and two cents, and without a coin in my pocket, I dropped a five dollar bill on the counter. The pubescent runt behind the counter, asked me if I had two cents — maybe he didn’t know how to count change, because usually these guys aren’t too deeply concerned with how I’ll feel after receiving 98 cents in small change. I faked the pocket check, knowing I wasn’t going to find a single penny, let alone two. But, before I could even shrug to give him the no-go, this shrill voice echos across the tiny restaurant: I have two cents! I have two cents!
Again, in my effort, to get to the point while retaining the dramatic suspense, I shall shorten to this: a very loud girl, who had apparently been watching this transaction, stumbled and tripped over to the counter to inform us both — the clerk and I — that she did indeed have two cents, and that she was also very “stoned out” and so on and so forth. But, abruptly as she had appeared and mumbled something incomprehensible, she suddenly forgot why she was there and walked out the door a few paces behind her.
In the meantime the clerk had fished two pennies from the penny dish, and was in the process of giving me the remainder of my change.
Keep in mind that this story really has no point other than to remind those reading it that I live in a strange city…
The job continues…
With five days under my belt, I’m starting to figure out the ropes around the office. Hey, they even gave me keys!
But do I still have to go back on Monday??