What Next?

Despite being only partially employed, and being too broke to fill my social calendar with the typical exciting appointments I normally would, my days manage to continue with rather unusual, and blog worthy events. Well... calling anything on this site being "blog-worthy" is a slippery slope. Here are two highlights from my most recent days which have prompted me to consider going to bed earlier and waking up even later to avoid such events.

Sunday: Upon arriving at my place of work, sporting my always spiteful attitude towards anyone and everyone, I was immediately handed an empty bucket by a fellow "colleague" and instructed to "walk across the street to another restaurant to pick up a bucket of steam." I knew this must be a prank, as anyone with half a brain cell would see right through this, but clearly the entire joint was in on the joke because my manager insisted I follow through. After I continually insisted I knew this couldn't be real, and that there is no way a "bucket of steam" would be needed to clean the womens washroom, I slowly meandered over to the restaurant, bucket in hand, to retrieve the fictional steam for the deadbeats who for some reason still got the satisfaction from me knowing I was being "punked". "Okay I am from across the street and I am supposed to ask you for a bucket of steam.. they think that they are playing a big joke on me" I told to hostess. I returned to wide smiles and chuckles from the employees as if they had totally succeeded in fooling me. I guess the joke really is on me for working there.

Wednesday: As I always seek creative, yet moral ways to increase my income, I often house-sit to bring in the bucks. I stayed over at this place for the Christmas holidays, which was a true escape from the "family matters" that filled my home during the busy season. They only have 1 cat, and despite coming home one day to find and follow a trail a bird feathers which led to a half dead and mangled sparrow in the basement, complete with a blood thirsty cat, the job was pretty easy. When I went over to pick up the key for this month's gig, I was told that one of the children was thrilled, because last time I stayed there he knew I had played his video games because I had almost doubled his high scores. This was problematic because I didn't have the courage to admit that I never played any of these games, so I lied and said something along the lines of "Well I'm quite the professional" and then struggled to come up with an answer when she asked what the name of the game was. "Oh gosh, I can't even remember which of them It was.." Her son jumped in to remind me that I had schooled him in "Call of Duty", and I think my instant distaste for the topic confused him. "Do these people really think I would play a game like that?" I wondered. "What kind of people are these? Animals?" I immediately found an excuse to leave the scene in fear that I would be challenged to some kind of "duel". I could only imagine how that would start out.. "OK so how do I shoot?"




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