My Workplace

So for the past (HOLY COW!) month I have been working at CFI, Carrefour Familiale Intermède, in their day-care dealio-thinger and their second hand shop. I prefer the second hand shop because I have the darndest time discipling the children. The reason: they don't understand English and I don't know how to say stop that­­­ in a nice way. I end up saying Les Gars (translated means Boys...) and then I lose my words. In the second hand shop I help people with prices and take their money. It's pretty simple.

So that's on Monday Tuesdays. On Wednesdays Thursdays Fridays I work at Virage, a support group for people undergoing cancer treatments. There I loan out wigs, figure out the free parking, schedule massages and yoga and workshops and stuff enveloppes. And one of my supervisors found out recently that I am very good at photocopying so I am the honorary photocopier. That's right. I think my nametag should say:

Caitlyn Weir
Katimavik Volunteer
Photocopier Extraordinaire

I wish it did. It just says CAITLYN WEIR BÉNÈVOLAT. (volunteer)

This placement wasn't my first, or second choice. It wasn't even my third. I would say it wasn't my fourth but I didn't have to think that far behind. I definitly didn't expect it, I can tell you that much. But I don't hate it. That'S the main thing. There are parts that are very satisfying. I've seen 2 women leave Virage with smiles and beautiful wigs, that looked better than their real hair. That was the best moment for me, for now at least.

Also, this kind of falls under this catagory. Virage had a Gala, as they do every year, but this year they happened upon 2 extra tickets. The result: LyLy and I got to attend the Gala. They had a five course meal, a silent auction with pieces starting at 1 000$ and an old fashioned auction with the person yelling out numbers with items that started at around 2 or 3 thousand dollars. I was culture shocked. And to top it all off, there was a man at our table that has the really cool mustache that curls up. He made me smile.

Oh, and you know what? Here in Quebec, they do the double kiss thing on the cheek. I first encountered it at the Gala and the first person that extended this gesture was the man with the funny mustache. And since then it has happened a gazillion times! Ok, slight exageration, nut it feels like it has happened a lot. Most recent 2 hours ago. I need a class on the Double Cheek Kiss etiquette. N'est pas?

PS- I'm tired of speaking French...I want an Anglophone!