The kitchen is clean. It was a frickin' pigsty when I started cleaning it an hour ago. But now, it shines. And none of the previous mess was mine, thank you muchly... but according to the schedule on the bulletin board, it was my week to clean the kitchen, so... Having said that, I had forgotten how satisfying I find cleaning. It's dirty, you make it clean: presto, you have affected a dramatic change in the world!
I worked the 5:30 a.m. shift today. It was supposed to be 5:45, but Alex asked me to come in early. Yay. I got out of there before 10, though! And tomorrow's my last full time shift at the restaurant!
Sarah, my friend who went to Queen's at the same time as me, but who I didn't meet 'til I came to Banff, and I went hiking today. She's got a car--a nice one, at that--so we drove out to Lake Minnewanka. The sun was out, the air was fresh. I've been missing springtime in the Maritimes, but this was pretty nice, too.
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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Want to come clean my kitchen?
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