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I've been getting used to my job. It all seems a little strange.
Everyday i walk by a group of Samurai warriors testing out their skills.
I then proceed to my small room, with my rather large computer in the corner. (in the afternoon the unfriendly researcher of the grand trunk railroad barricades herself in MY room and turns on the GODDAMN HEAT.. it's summer time, the air conditioning makes it wonderfully comfotorable until you are practically sitting on a radiator that is pumping out heat!!)
So far I have listened to:
a. an 80 year old woman named Leah who mumbles, speaks hebrew and changes subjects like nobodies buisness.
b. A young guy who used to be ridiculously good thinking, but then he lost his hair. he's miserable and tries to make it up by talking about the past.
c. A south African couple who hate their religion, hate their synagogue, and hate their congregation. The only reason they don't leave their super repressing orthodox synagogue and flee to the happy-clappy reform one down the street? They don't want their son to have to live with the embarrasement of having his bar mitzvah in a reform. (he's 6 years old).
So clearly these are some messed people.
There is also my boss, Gourd, who shows up only when he likes (one day so far). Gourd is a middle aged jewish history professor who took this job because he enjoys hanging out with the rabbi and reading old prayer books. So all i have seen of Gourd is him baked out of his gourd (haha, couldn't help it) while we scanned prayer books together. The guy is reading me hebrew and explaing about the high holidays.
"So, yeah like the high holidays, you know like Hannukah.. and uh..."
"Rosh Hashana, Yom Yippur, Sukkot?" I reply.
"uh yeah... i must be really high, Hannukah isn't even a high holiday. how did you know that?"
I just raise my eyebrows at him.
"Oh i see the gentile has got skills."
After that he sent me up to the attic to do inventory of 70 years of Synagogue paper work, while he stayed in the reading room popping pills and reading comics. When I finished (boxes A-W) he introduced me to the grand trunk railroad (heater girl):
"This is Nicole, she likes it hot" then he almost ran out of the room giggling.
It's quite funny, because I am actually enjoying my job.
Everyday i walk by a group of Samurai warriors testing out their skills.
I then proceed to my small room, with my rather large computer in the corner. (in the afternoon the unfriendly researcher of the grand trunk railroad barricades herself in MY room and turns on the GODDAMN HEAT.. it's summer time, the air conditioning makes it wonderfully comfotorable until you are practically sitting on a radiator that is pumping out heat!!)
So far I have listened to:
a. an 80 year old woman named Leah who mumbles, speaks hebrew and changes subjects like nobodies buisness.
b. A young guy who used to be ridiculously good thinking, but then he lost his hair. he's miserable and tries to make it up by talking about the past.
c. A south African couple who hate their religion, hate their synagogue, and hate their congregation. The only reason they don't leave their super repressing orthodox synagogue and flee to the happy-clappy reform one down the street? They don't want their son to have to live with the embarrasement of having his bar mitzvah in a reform. (he's 6 years old).
So clearly these are some messed people.
There is also my boss, Gourd, who shows up only when he likes (one day so far). Gourd is a middle aged jewish history professor who took this job because he enjoys hanging out with the rabbi and reading old prayer books. So all i have seen of Gourd is him baked out of his gourd (haha, couldn't help it) while we scanned prayer books together. The guy is reading me hebrew and explaing about the high holidays.
"So, yeah like the high holidays, you know like Hannukah.. and uh..."
"Rosh Hashana, Yom Yippur, Sukkot?" I reply.
"uh yeah... i must be really high, Hannukah isn't even a high holiday. how did you know that?"
I just raise my eyebrows at him.
"Oh i see the gentile has got skills."
After that he sent me up to the attic to do inventory of 70 years of Synagogue paper work, while he stayed in the reading room popping pills and reading comics. When I finished (boxes A-W) he introduced me to the grand trunk railroad (heater girl):
"This is Nicole, she likes it hot" then he almost ran out of the room giggling.
It's quite funny, because I am actually enjoying my job.