Just call me...

A few months ago I was at a career fair, for no real reason other than it was there and I was walking by. As I was perusing through booth after booth of crappy summer jobs at box stores and banks I was approached to be interviewed for the local paper.

That article came out the next day and it had me starting things off saying witty things like, "Now that I've graduated I'd like to find a job where I can work outdoors and stay in shape."

I said it, but I didn't mean it.

After getting home from Quebec (mid-June) I fully intended on doing absolutely nothing until I move to England (which happens August 31!)

But now. Only NOW I realize the folly of joking while being quoted for a reputable publication.

As you may or may not know, my father--tired of my constant complaining about never having money while sitting on the couch--went out and got me a job. I'm not even going to expand on this issue. It's just my father and you'll have to just accept that sometimes strange things happen. This is how it went down:

Day One

"Robyn you should work." (dad)

"No." (me)

Day Two

"Robyn you should work."

"No."

Day Three

"Where are you?"

"I slept in Abbotsford..."

"Well I got you a job."

"WTF..."

"Robyn, you should work."

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Just call me The Maitenence Guy.

I had a bit of a choice about working, but when the job is placed on your lap and your boss is desperate...if you're anything like me, and you might be, you would look at your life of leisure and immediately feel like a lazy bastard. And then accept the position, begrudgingly.

I got the job five days ago and I've worked for the past four. Already there's been a slew of hilarious and disgusting stories that I shall not divulge (YET) on the blog, due to sheer lack of creativity on my part, and maybe some privacy issues on people who camp...

But the most exciting news is that I'm testing out all the shoes in my collection. Each day I wear a different pair of shoes and test how well they stand up to the pressures of being Mr. Maitenence. Now that may sound like a silly game to be playing while cleaning toilets and hauling scary garbage bags all day, but let me tell you--if you were in my shoes (hah!) you'd be wishing you had something else to think about too.

In addition to cleaning stinky things and hauling stinky things, I have to work in the stinking heat. It hit 30 today, and I was outside for every second of daylight. A few kids came up to me after my shift to say hello. And wouldn't you know it, every kid had the same thing to say.

"Um... Robyn? I don't mean this as an insult, but you're totally nasty and sweaty right now."