Now that I'm back at Cafe La Mosaique, I feel more compelled to blog than I have all week...
... except I don't have a f***ing clue what to write about. Start simple, I guess.
Being house manager was not what it was cracked up to be, as Alex and Marc-Olivier are now discovering. Regardless of how much you b*tch at people to clean up their breakfast dishes, they aren't going to do it. "Sorry, I didn't have time before work to clean my pan, plate, cutlery and 3 different cups."
FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
I feel for them both. Robyn and I had to deal with that sh*t 7 days in a row.
Different topic. Alex, Pete and I went on a nice saturday night excursion to Quebec to meet up with one of Alex's old friends, Laurence. She's a sweet girl, and the apartment she gets to live in is ballin'. She's renting a room from a couple who have renovated a super old school place with super modernized furniture while still holding onto every old floorboard and brick that was used originally.
F*ck you, HGTV.
Anyways, we sat around, drank, swapped stories and then legged it back for the last ferry home. We have plans to do more of the same next Friday, but with more time and more beer. As it happens, my friend Lejla Dumont is in Quebec right now! Go figure. The more the merrier.
Once again, it's pissing rain here. normally I wouldn't care, but today I have to f***ing walk to work, and it rains harder here than it does in Vancouver. Not as often, but way, wayyyy harder.
Starting Thursday we're volunteering TWO jobs a day until Saturday. our regular jobs, and then Celebration Levis, which is essentially a 3-day long party, capped off by a Rod Stewart concert. (That's right mom, dad, he's gonna be here. I don't even listen to his music, hahahaha, suckers.)
Still I don't much fancy working 14 hours a day for 3 days and not being paid for it. siiiiiigh, tis what I signeth up for.
Time to trudge through the rain.
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