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I can't believe that it's December. But we did have a few blizzards here, so it'll definately be a white Christmas.
On the night of the first blizzard, I was supposed to be in a first aid refresher course. I showed up early, thanks to my fabulous chauffeur (aka: my wife). But we had to wait in the parking lot, with six or seven other vehicles, because the instructor did not show up. Was I POed. We waited for a half an hour, when I finally said 'fuck this', and we left.
It snowed and snowed that night. The first aid people phoned me bright and early the next morning and woke me up (those bastards!). They apolgized profusely, telling me that the instructor that was supposed to be there had gotten stuck on the way to work, and they said that the course would go on that night and the next (Tues and Wed). That would be cramming twelve hours of class into eight hours. If it was a language course, or a painting course or something, that would be fine. But with first aid and CPR? Would you think that that's pretty important, and you would want your students to get as much practice as possible? Nah. I mean, first aid isn't something that's used when LIVES ARE AT STAKE!!!! Duh.
So I told them "no, take my name off the list". I didn't want to drive through the city again, and I figured I would be all kinds of attitude and that it wouldn't be a good experience. Anyway. I didn't go. They'd better not bill my employer. Grrr.
I did a lot of work this week, so my paycheque will be good. I've been busy helping to train a rookie here, which is a break from the normal routine.
Another funny story from my "Adventures in Tour-Guiding": I was teaching a grade 5 class about ancient weapons systems, starting with the spear used in the ice age. I asked "How many spears do you think it would take to bring down a Woolly Mammoth?" Of course I get all of the dumb answers like "a million!" "three thousand!" etc, but this week, one kid said "Five, if you nail him in the family jewels!" Well, the kids cracked up (even more so when one of the girls didn't get it), and the teacher kind of buried her head in her hands. Luckily, I didn't lose my train of thought, or anything. I simply said "That would only serve to make the mammoth angry," and kept on with the tour. It was pretty funny, and I killed myself laughing over it later.
Not much else happening.
I woke up this morning kind of frustrated after an erotic dream. But who the hell dreams of making love in an igloo?!??! WTF?!? Strange... *shrug* It's not like the heating went out in my apt, or anything.
I just remembered that they have an igloo room at the West Edmonton Mall's Fantasyland Hotel. http://www.fantasylandhotel.com/rooms/luxury_igloo.asp Mental.
On the night of the first blizzard, I was supposed to be in a first aid refresher course. I showed up early, thanks to my fabulous chauffeur (aka: my wife). But we had to wait in the parking lot, with six or seven other vehicles, because the instructor did not show up. Was I POed. We waited for a half an hour, when I finally said 'fuck this', and we left.
It snowed and snowed that night. The first aid people phoned me bright and early the next morning and woke me up (those bastards!). They apolgized profusely, telling me that the instructor that was supposed to be there had gotten stuck on the way to work, and they said that the course would go on that night and the next (Tues and Wed). That would be cramming twelve hours of class into eight hours. If it was a language course, or a painting course or something, that would be fine. But with first aid and CPR? Would you think that that's pretty important, and you would want your students to get as much practice as possible? Nah. I mean, first aid isn't something that's used when LIVES ARE AT STAKE!!!! Duh.
So I told them "no, take my name off the list". I didn't want to drive through the city again, and I figured I would be all kinds of attitude and that it wouldn't be a good experience. Anyway. I didn't go. They'd better not bill my employer. Grrr.
I did a lot of work this week, so my paycheque will be good. I've been busy helping to train a rookie here, which is a break from the normal routine.
Another funny story from my "Adventures in Tour-Guiding": I was teaching a grade 5 class about ancient weapons systems, starting with the spear used in the ice age. I asked "How many spears do you think it would take to bring down a Woolly Mammoth?" Of course I get all of the dumb answers like "a million!" "three thousand!" etc, but this week, one kid said "Five, if you nail him in the family jewels!" Well, the kids cracked up (even more so when one of the girls didn't get it), and the teacher kind of buried her head in her hands. Luckily, I didn't lose my train of thought, or anything. I simply said "That would only serve to make the mammoth angry," and kept on with the tour. It was pretty funny, and I killed myself laughing over it later.
Not much else happening.
I woke up this morning kind of frustrated after an erotic dream. But who the hell dreams of making love in an igloo?!??! WTF?!? Strange... *shrug* It's not like the heating went out in my apt, or anything.
I just remembered that they have an igloo room at the West Edmonton Mall's Fantasyland Hotel. http://www.fantasylandhotel.com/rooms/luxury_igloo.asp Mental.