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Ick. Been a long month, but today was my last day at the dishwashing job. I now have 8 days remaining here in Calgary before leaving for Kingston. Fuckin' scary.
At least everything seems to be in order. I received word from both the housing people AND the faculty of graduate studies at Queen's telling me that everything was okay on both their fronts - so I should have a place to live AND enough money to live by waiting for me upon my arrival. Which is sexy, since that was a major source of anxiety for me over the past while.
Apparently I was very well-liked at Bow Catering, 'cuz there was cake and a small gift and heartfelt handshakes and such today when I left. Though the jobs I was doing could have been performed by a trained cocker spaniel (mostly washing dishes and moving furniture, both things that I personally have witnessed cocker spaniels doing, though not at the same time), I evidently executed my duties faithfully, without complaint, and, from all reports, quite well. I guess that's sort of rare - people don't expect unskilled labour to bust its ass too hard unless the unskilled labour happens to be illegal.
Anyway, I made a pocket full of cash from this job, though not as much as I would have liked (I was working 8 hours a day for the first week and a half, but after that it fluxuated a lot so that it was usually between 4-6 hours per day...and today, the last day, it was only 2 hours total). I like the place and the people, and would return there to work if given the opportunity. But if I ever have to work a crap summer job again that is not in academia, then I've seriously fallen short of what I wanted to accomplish. So bon voyage to the unskilled workplace, I bloody well hope.
Going to miss everyone and everything like hell. I spent a couple of hours just wandering downtown after work today, taking in the sights of my city. Went to the Devonian Gardens, where I haven't been in ages. Really took me back. Some fish kept me company while I read on a park bench, even though I didn't have any money to buy feed-the-fish-food, which was right good of them. One in particular stuck around the whole time, giving me the eye. Made me miss Fish.
Oh yeah, and it's my birthday tomorrow. I almost totally forgot in the crunch of dishes, suds, and soiled linen that has been the past three weeks. Oughta make plans.
At least everything seems to be in order. I received word from both the housing people AND the faculty of graduate studies at Queen's telling me that everything was okay on both their fronts - so I should have a place to live AND enough money to live by waiting for me upon my arrival. Which is sexy, since that was a major source of anxiety for me over the past while.
Apparently I was very well-liked at Bow Catering, 'cuz there was cake and a small gift and heartfelt handshakes and such today when I left. Though the jobs I was doing could have been performed by a trained cocker spaniel (mostly washing dishes and moving furniture, both things that I personally have witnessed cocker spaniels doing, though not at the same time), I evidently executed my duties faithfully, without complaint, and, from all reports, quite well. I guess that's sort of rare - people don't expect unskilled labour to bust its ass too hard unless the unskilled labour happens to be illegal.
Anyway, I made a pocket full of cash from this job, though not as much as I would have liked (I was working 8 hours a day for the first week and a half, but after that it fluxuated a lot so that it was usually between 4-6 hours per day...and today, the last day, it was only 2 hours total). I like the place and the people, and would return there to work if given the opportunity. But if I ever have to work a crap summer job again that is not in academia, then I've seriously fallen short of what I wanted to accomplish. So bon voyage to the unskilled workplace, I bloody well hope.
Going to miss everyone and everything like hell. I spent a couple of hours just wandering downtown after work today, taking in the sights of my city. Went to the Devonian Gardens, where I haven't been in ages. Really took me back. Some fish kept me company while I read on a park bench, even though I didn't have any money to buy feed-the-fish-food, which was right good of them. One in particular stuck around the whole time, giving me the eye. Made me miss Fish.
Oh yeah, and it's my birthday tomorrow. I almost totally forgot in the crunch of dishes, suds, and soiled linen that has been the past three weeks. Oughta make plans.