Holy Moly

What a weekend. I was back in Ontario for the weekend and it was hectic and busy. I hung out with my parents, visited with my grampa and Doreen, my aunt stopped by. Not to mention Bernie, Terri and Machela. And on top of that I had enough time to go to a dentist appointment, have my glasses dewarped, see my guidance counsellor, drive to Grand Bend and back to see my sister, buy some wicked awesome sunglasses, go out for breakie and on top of that sleep. Phew. It's great to be back in Katimavik...what a nice break. I never thought I'd be saying that.

I'm housemanager right now. It really sucks. I now greatly dislike cooking and cleaning for 8. I wouldn't mind it for 2, but not 8. And I'm missing work. I want to go back to the marsh! Oh well. This is my last week as manager of the household. That's the only thing getting me through this.

I got 11 hours of sleep last night and I am still dog tired. I went to bed at 10. I woke up at 9 this morning, still very tired. It's not fair. I want a nap.

Oh, and this one girl in the group is really getting on my nerves. She works at a school and up until now has skipped out on the last couple hours of work to go to the seniors home to help there. She already got a verbal, but I just found out now that she got fired from her job. Now usually that means dismissal from the program, but as I can clearly see she is still here. And get this...she is working at the seniors home! She basically got rewarded for getting fired. It's not fair. In Montreal I hated my job too, but I still did it. I didn't get fired and go to the job I really wanted. She always does stuff like that. She's been handed things on a silver platter all throughout the program and I am sick of it. Thank God there is only one more month. Then I have the choice never to see her again.

The rest of billeting went great. I love the Mathesons. They took me to their church and I helped on the farm. And hold on...I need to form my bread into loaves. This will take just a minute.