Short walk down Long Beach

I was floored. Everything everybody said about how pretty the beaches are were all true. This is the best picture I took, and it was totally worth the 5 dollars I paid for parking.

P.O. Box?

What do you mean my mail doesn't come to my house? It has the address on it, where will it go? I've had 4 different people today tell me about the mail system here in Ucluelet, and they all told me slightly different things. Evidently we use post office boxes. But I might not be able to get one, there might be a waiting list. Aren't they just boxes? Can't you just build more to match the growing population?

And don't ask me whether the box is attached to the person of the residence, I'm still not sure. I am expecting mail, but where it exactly it will end up, I also have no idea.

"You'll do just fine"

When I was a kid, I used to go camping with my Grandparents every summer. Our favourite place to go had a pool, and one trip Grams bought us water balls to throw around. Well one time we were up at the pool playing with them, some punk kid decided he was going to steal our water balls. I think I saw him take them, and yelled after him, but he got away on his bike. I ran after him, and saw him escape into the men's bathroom. He waited in there until he thought I was gone, and when he came out I gave him a piece of my ten year old mind. When I got back to the trailer with the water balls and told Grams the story, she just looked at me and said "I don't have to worry about you, do I?"

Did I buy a Nano Pet?

After working all day, and having my new smartphone on silent, I was surprised to pull it out of my pocket to find the thing had gone nuts in my absence. It reminded me a lot of when I was younger and Nano Pets were cool.
You had to feed, exercise and clean up after those stupid things 24/7. If you slept, they died. I remember getting out of school and there would be steaming piles of shit everywhere! Come to think of it, the graphics on those things sucked, but those poo piles were darn convincing.
Now the poo piles are emails, Facebook updates, voicemail, and text messages. I can't see this going well, I never kept a pet alive for longer than a week.

Steps

One small step for a girl, one large step for womenkind

Living in lasts...

I'm trying very hard lately not to live my life in lasts. Although this week has been and will be full of them, including last time sleeping in my room, last time closing at Rogers, last time doing my chore...I'm trying to think of my life in firsts. It's the first time I'm leaving home to live on my own. The first time I'll think of my wage by the year instead of by the hour. Although highly uncharacteristic of me, it'll be the first time I've pushed my comfort zone this far, and taken a leap of stupidity on a dream. Although I must admit it's been somewhat uneventful because so far no guys have confessed their secret undying love for me, and no one but me has cried yet. On a more serious note, I appreciate everyone's support, you've all been great and I super appreciate it. After this, I'm going to go dig up my bright yellow rain gear.  

Exit Please!

I was helping my friend with an event at the old folks home she works at today, when people came into where we were working to replace the EXIT signs. Some of them are above doors to indicate how to get out of a room, but others are in hallways and need arrows to point in the direction of how to get out of the building. I couldn't help bursting into laughter when the one guy gets the new sign installed, and turned to his partner to ask, "which way was the arrow pointing on this one?"

They replaced all the signs in the building that day. I hope against all odds that nothing ever happens, but the building is confusing at best, so I can't help but think if there's ever an emergency, there might be a lot of lost seniors.

Dog Pee

I was thinking today about all the strange places my dog has lifted his leg, when he bothers, sometimes he just leans on his back legs and pees all over his front paws. He's lifted his leg to pee on kids bikes laying at the side of the road, in their helmets, on a basket of bouncy balls outside the dollar store...Just the other day I was walking him by my car when he stopped to lift his leg. He looked at me just before the stream started, and jumped when I started screaming. I told him sternly that we would most definitely not be friends anymore, but I guess it could have been worse...