Today's blog comes at you from the Banff Public Library

Had my first night of work last night. The restaurant was dead, dead, dead. In fact, we closed at 7:00. I choose to look at this as a good sign, however: My first night at the Slivery Moon was dead, and I spent 4 fairly ok (not dead) years there. I understand that several large groups had just checked out of the hotel, hence the deadness.

I don't work there again until Thursday, at which point I'm going to be serving in the bar---I hear the tips are better there.

All good, but since I don't work again until Thursday, I had better find myself another job! Today I am once again pounding the streets looking for work. I think I would prefer to only work at one restaurant, so I might look for something in retail.

I would also love to go skiing sometime this week. We'll see if schedule and money permit it.

I hear there will be jobs opening up in January. Apparently a lot of kids come here over their breaks, lie about how long they'll be here, and then go back to school in Jan.

My friend Jesse the Aussie got a job with accomodation included, the lucky bastard. I ran into last night as he was leaving the hostel, suitcases in hand.

Last night I went out on the town with a group from the hostel. Apparently Sunday nights are a huge party night in Banff. Whodathunkit, eh? I ran into a guy one of the bars who looked vaguely familiar. Turned out he had been one of my roomies when I was staying at Samesun. As soon as he said that, I remembered him: he was the guy who kept running across the room and doing flips into the top bunk bed. Sean, a Kiwi.

For the first time since I moved into Hostelling International I had to share my room last night. I got in at midnight, and they were already asleep. At 8:30 this morning, when I got up, they were still in bed and seemed quite peeved at me for making noise in the room. I need to go back to the hostel and look for my resume, etc... Couldn't find it in the dark this morning (they had closed the curtains).