Day 275
At breakfast this morning I sat with my neighbor and her parents who are from Mexico. On the other side I sat next to a guy that I have never really talked to and he calls me, "Emmy." The parents of my neighbor loved me as I told them that they were "nuestra familia" when they are here. Meanwhile, I spoke a little bit with the guy who calls me "Emmy," turns out he isn't creepy AND he has some of the sexiest hands I have ever seen. When I got back to my room I asked him to be my friend on facebook. When I was hauling my laundry through the courtyard later on I saw him and some Chinese girl walking together.
Nothing all that exciting happened at work today, except a customer walked up when my co-worker said, "I was picking up the pig legs and there was blood all down the front of my shirt." Other than that it was all a bunch of people buying stamps and bitching about the price of sending packages until...the incident. So, there was a woman who wanted to use our Priority service which costs like 36 bucks to use but gets things to their destinations by the next business day. Anyway, the little angry postal pick up man was already at our location barking at me to get him the Priority mail ready for the final pick up of the day. I asked him if he would wait for her and he agreed saying, "I have eight minutes." She went near him to fill out her envelope and before she could get it done he had left. She was out 36 bucks and pissed. I just said, "Yeah, that's really weird that he left." What I wanted to say was, "You should've filled out the envelope faster and it's kind of funny that you got screwed on a non-refundable envelope you spoiled brat with a shitty eyeliner job." I wonder if that part of becoming a jaded postal worker has set in yet.
After work today I thought I'd go check out a few screenplays and hang out at the library, you know, it's friday night, what else is a girl to do. Well, I guess most of the girls I grew up with, according to their facebook pages, spend friday nights corraling their kids and and dogs and not-hot husbands. I guess that makes me an outcast. Anyway, when I got to the library to see two sizable security guards milling around by the doors. Here is the conversation we had:
Security Guard #1: The library is closed.
ME:...
Security Guard #1: It's the summer hours, closes at 5.
ME:...
Security Guard #1: Did you want to do get a book or study?
ME...both?
Security Guard #1: Well, why don't you go to that library over there, they are open late.
ME:...
Security Guard #2: I don't think she wants to go to that library.
And that was when I walked away, dumbstruck from the thought of a University library being closed and being told to go to the library that doesn't really have any books, and being both proud and sad to be the girl who is devestated to tht point of speechlessness by the library closing for the day.
After supper this evening my friend and I went over to the Shoppers drugstore on my University campus (translation: shitty Canadian version of Walgreens where everything costs at least a dollar more). On the endcap of one aisle is a sale section. I crusied the sale section. The only things for sale were strawberry-flavored applesauce and boxes and boxes of condoms. I asked my friend what she thought of that and she said, "Well, it means the undergrads have gone home." Sex and applesauce = undergrad. Hmm, where do I sign up?
On the walk home from the drugstore where my friend bought toothpaste and candy and I bought just candy, I asked my friend if she thought a certain male resident in my building is gay. She said she did not think he was gay and started to tell me this long story about the time that he went out and bought like 200 bucks worth of cheese to make fondue with and how another hetero guy in the building said that instead of using white wine and white (expensive) cheese he would've used beer and yellow cheese. I asked her how his choice of fancy cheese and wine made him less gay. She said, "Well, I guess I was just going for the fact that he's just more French than gay."
Tip of the Day: It's hilarious looking at pictures of the families of acquaintances from high school on facebook, especially when all the pics of their chubby kids are of them eating or them with food on their faces.
-Canadian Castaway
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