Here I go to my first day of doing telephone surveys. I hope it’s not as bad as it has been growing to be in my mind.
I found out the other day that Anna-Maria and her roommate Zee have never been to Red Rock Canyon before. Well it’s high time they went, so we are going there today. Although the day is going to be pretty much over by the time we get out of here, plus we need to be back so Anna can finish her studying. She has some big test tomorrow and needs to study like a mad woman. Mad like crazy, not mad like I’m so ticked off I have all this studying to do.
All I can say about coaching yesterday was that it was Easy – Capital E. Lisa prepared a lesson plan for me and as my luck would have it, only two kids showed up. I was teaching 8 year olds, and the other girl that was supposed to coach the 7 year olds left because nobody from her class showed up on time but one girl did come late and I took her into my class. I should try and get a job coaching all the time.
Anna went to Medicine Hat yesterday for her sister’s birthday party. I’m not exactly sure, but her brother Joshua’s birthday is also coming right up so they might have had his party this weekend too. I know Anna was buying presents for both of them. Anyway she’s almost back at home now so I’m going to run. I’ll try and scrounge up something interesting to do tonight so that I’ll have something more interesting to blog about tomorrow.
The other day at his work, my roommate cut his hand and had to go to the hospital. He had three stitches and a week off work – paid. He said he was pretty happy about getting a paid vacation, but unfortunately for him he just got diagnosed with Strep throat so it looks like he’s going to be sick during the time that he is off. Life’s like that sometimes; maybe it’s karma?
I went to the police station and filed a report. It looks like the purpose of the report is just so that in the event that I find the mower in a pawn shop or second hand store I can say, “Um hey! That’s my mower and I have this peice of paper as proof”. I went around to pawn shops this morning and came up empty handed. As far as paying with a credit card and having some sort of theft protection goes, I used my Sears card which I found out does not give you any kind of insurance on your purchase. I only even used it to get the points so I wouldn’t have paid with my visa anyway. Maybe I should start… Well, I suppose the sooner I forget about it the sooner I can stop feeling bad about it. As I explained to Anna-Maria, it could have been a lot worse – like they could have actually robbed something from inside the house or perhaps a car accident or something. You’ve got to keep it in perspective, at least nobody died.
Some degenearate primate saw my lawnmower sitting against the back side of Anna’s house and decided it would be a good idea to steal it. Anna figures it might be the two Indians that routinely prowl the alley “looking for things to pawn”. Personally, I thought at first it might be that guy who was so interested in checking out my new lawnmower. I should never have left it out at her house. I should have taken it home. In fact I would have taken it home except for the fact that I knew that as soon I as I took it home Anna’s yard would need mowing and I even started mowing it yesterday except that I ran out of gas almost immediately. Why do people steal? Just buy your own frickin stuff and if you can’t afford it then get a job you @#$&*! lowlife scumbags.
Tracking Down My Stuff
I called the police and they said I could come down and fill out a report. I called Sears to see if they had a record of my serial number. Of course – they didn’t. They said that their computers don’t have a place to record serial numbers, just model numbers. Luckily enough for me, although I packed the lawnmower box full of junk for spring cleaning, the garbage men have not come around to collect the big stuff yet and so the box was still out there serial number intact. I’m going to fill out a report form at the police station now.
Yesterday I swam two kilometers. After practice I was asked by one of the girls on the team to substitute for her on Friday coaching some younger kids on the LASC team. They are pretty little kids, eight and under I think, but she said she would have a lesson plan made up for me so hopefully things go smoothly.
I still haven’t heard back about working at the swimming pool, but it’s only been one day. However I did get another job today. As of today I am now an interviewer for a company that does market research. Apparently I’ll be on the phones starting this Monday conducting market research for a blazing $8.00 / hour. I sure hope that lifeguarding job comes through, but even if it does I’m not totally sure that I won’t just keep this job for the extra hours I can put in. Stay tuned for updates and crazy phone research stories…
When I got up this morning and was just getting ready to head over to the Fritz Sick pool to apply for a job. When I went into the living room I discovered my roommate and his girlfriend each asleep on one of the couches. “Hmmm, this is strange,” I thought to myself but then thought well whatever they must have just fallen asleep when they were hanging out and it got too late or something. Anyway I tried to be quiet and as I was slipping out of the house my roommate says to me, “Hey Jeff, I locked myself out of my room, do you know how to get back in?” It just so happens the door knob on that one particular room is broken and if you lock it, you have to be on the inside to unlock it. Anyway sure enough he was locked out. I was running late on dropping of my resume so after a quick look at it I told him that I would take another crack at it when I got back. When I got back I thought I’m really going to have to do something major like saw off that doorknob or something. Before I did anything drastic I just took my needle nose pliers (yes the ones that I brought from Canadian Tire so recently) and worked away at it. Next thing I know, viola – a small violin, err um I mean Open Sesame the door was unlocked. Hopefully I get that job working for the Y (at the Fritz Sick), because opening doors while a handy skill doesn’t seem to be doing much for me in the way of cashola.