No One is Going to the Farm

Today we got our job placements and, thank the flying spaghetti monster, no one ended up on the farm. Seeing as how the only people who read this our my friends, the house, and my mom, it should be made known to you guys that I'm going to be working at a non-profit, fair-trade cafe called Cafe La Mosaique.
My boss, Catherine, is bilingual, so the learning process should be easy(er). Two months making coffee and paninis is probably one of the best ways I could have hoped to be volunteering :p

The interview process was done speed-dating style. Five minutes with an employer, switch, five minutes switch... and to the best of my knowledge, everyone ended up with a job that they're going to enjoy. The cafe was one of my top choices, so I was really stoked when I found out what I was doing.

This also gives me an excuse to FINALLY get a longboard after a year and a half of my mom complaining about safety issues and me wasting my money. Sorry mom, but walking down hills is stupid. Uphill, fine, good exercise. Flat, boring as all hell. Downhill, you wish you had a bike or skateboard anyways so you could just GET THAT SHIT OVER WITH.

I will gladly get a helmet AND slide gloves so that I'm a safe little boy and my mommy can stop wondering if my brains slid further than my body when I "crashed."

But enough of my awful attitude. The house has eliminated it's grumpy factor from yesterday and for the first time in three days we're not dodging Zeus and his lightning bolts. It's sunny and warm with a slight breeze. We made a stop at Walmart and Canadian Tire today to get desk fans and a filtered water jug. Solid investments in this house, because I'm sick of waking up with a stomach ache and my bedsheets, blanket and pillow being sweaty.

Contrarily, I'm going to go work up a sweat with some ultimate frisbee and some baskestball.

Hales.