And the night drags on...
First in the line of 3 night shifts. Still going strong at halfway mark. Probably due to the consumption of mom's chocolate mint fudge. Mmmmm minty chocolate sugar. Gotta love mom's for making things for you when you just ask for the recipe. I'm really not sure I enjoy this whole make her shifts all backshifts idea. I know that they're shifts that have to be done, and I deserve them just as much as everyone else, I just hope we take turns, otherwise it's going to be a very long and painful summer, complimented by a rather cranky Tamsyn. Maybe I'll just start going to the beach when I get off work at 8 and sleeping there instead of going home.
I start back next week at the confed center, three evenings a week this summer. All Anne nights. BUT --- not one of those nights is a weekend night! I'm so excited. Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday's 5-10. So much better than Wednesday, Friday, and every other Saturday 5-11:30. This doesn't mean I have them off, no no, since the other job is 24/7, but no more pretentious snotty bastardly arrogant and ignorant tourists from South (but sometimes north) of the border that "loooove to come to this quaint little shanty sandbar with Muffy, Buffy and Dick jr for a few days to mingle with the rustic and ruff Island people and make fun of their way of life, muaha muaha." The crowd of visitors/tourists that come through the week for some reason are just nicer and more intelligent than the people who come on weekends. Co-worker Michelle and I have several theories on this, but that's for another post. I think my favorite couple of all time were an older pair of snowbirds who cringed when I asked them where they were from, smiled politely while they told me they were from the "sou-thh" and proceeded to apologize for their president, they didn't vote for him. I thought they were hilarious. They got a discount for being super cute. Yeah, tourists in summer are always a highlight. Good source of amusment anyway. Out for the night. Be back tomorrow.