I had to quit Earl's after just one day. The schedules were NOT matching up. Inns of Banff kept switching my schedule, and since I'm in staff accom I HAVE to be available for their shifts.
Other than that... let's see... Boxing Day sales in Banff are NOT sale.
Wow, I used a lot of CAPS in this post, eh?
Oh, and Night at the Musem is excellent.
Tomorrow I have the day of, since I no longer work at Earl's.
About Me
- KT
- “I’d like you to come mustering with me,” my boyfriend said. Until I met Jet, I can honestly say that mustering was not something I had seriously contemplated doing. This may, in part, have been due to the fact that I had never heard of it. The first time I heard the term was when Jet, having returned to Australia after romancing me in Canada, informed me that he would be out of touch for a week or so because he had to ‘muster the weaners.’ Further probing revealed that this had nothing to do with hotdogs -- except perhaps in the indirect sense -- but instead meant Jet was going to round up his young cattle and separate them from their mothers. Now, he was planning on going ‘up North’ to do more cattle work in an area of Australia that Google informed me was populated almost entirely by Aborigines and crocodiles. I agreed to come along, although not without some trepidation…
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