I Heart....

I love driving in the dark when it's snowing. It always makes me feel like I'm flying in space at lightspeed or hyperdrive.

OCAP Protest. (Wish I could be there)

POOR PEOPLE FIGHT BACK!

Another service closing……

COUNCIL FIRE SHELTER CLOSED!
60 beds lost!
More and More basic services are being taken
away-shelter, food, drop-ins are being closed in
the downtown core. Poor People Have A Right To
Housing! Homeless People Have A Right To Shelter And Food!

FIGHT BACK! HANDS OFF SERVICES!

On TUESDAY OCTOBER 24 we will be going to visit
the campaign offices of mayoral candidates to
demand more access to shelter, housing and food.

MEET AT ALL SAINTS DROP-IN 9:30AM TUESDAY OCTOBER 24
BUS LEAVING AT 10AM BACK AT 1PM

The joys of working two jobs.

This morning, my supervisor at the hosiptal called me up and offered me a part-time position to cover a maternity leave for 1 year. I'm pretty sure this is on top of the casual relief position I'm already working. (I'm learning all the different positions in the Health Records depart. so I can cover for any and all of them- ie. if a part or full time position comes up for any spot, I'll already know how to do it.) Anywho, the hospital wants me to work a day shift tomorrow and I said yes cause the Movie store had me working a 6:00 - 10:00. So where's the problem? When I went into the Movie store to tell them about the new shifts I had picked up at the hospital, they had moved my shift tomorrow up to 1:00 because a girl quit and won't come in for her shifts this week. There is no one to cover this shift.

Break down:
a) I'm double booked tomorrow between 1-4pm.
b) Apparently the movie store had changed my shift back on Mon. and I should have seen it last shift. ????
c) No one at the Movie store can work this shift and the Manager has a court date concerning the abduction and killing of her daughter 10 years ago.
d) When I called the hospital my supervisor was already gone and I don't know if I can change the shift.
e) Putting money into the equation: 4 shifts at the hospital is equal to the pay of 2 weeks at the movie store.
f) I hate working at the movie store.

What to do....... Hmmmmmm...... If I don't hear back from the hospital then I'm going to.....


Oh! Just got the phone call as I was typing. I love it when things sort themselves out. Hospital shortened my shift 8-12pm so I can rush over to the crappy movie store for 1-10pm.

Good Stuff!

Twisting Nerves

Today I start my new job at the Hospital as a clerk.

This is how I feel:
1. I'm nervous and don't know what to expect.
2. It feels good to be wearing something other than tan pants and a polo.
3. Anticipation/excitement/anxiety make my insides feel like they are on the swing ride at Wonderland.
4. I hope I don't come home smelling like "hospital".
5. I really really hope I enjoy the job.
6. The shift goes until 12am and I hope I don't get sleepy and mess something up.

Hmmmmmmm. I'm sure it will all go fine. A simple prayer usually does the trick to ease the nerves and calm the mind. Cheers to this beginning.

Snow squalls and dead dear

The radio is calling for snow squalls today. Snow squalls? It's not even November! I brought in all my potted plants and lit a fire in the woodstove. The oil guy is coming on Friday to take a look at the furnace and give it a clean. Hasn't been done in years so I guess it's about time it gets done. Trouble is that the person the house was rented to before I moved in didn't fill the tank and so I have no oil to heat my house It's chilly.
In other news: There is a dead dear in the river behind my house. It looks like it was chased down by something cause it's hide is all torn up. Gross! I have to call someone to come and remove it. Maybe if the water levels rise a little it might wash down the river on its own. I have a well and don't have to rely on river water but towns like Walkerton get their fresh water from the river and it's dead dear like mine that pollute thier water sources. (That and lax farming regualtions) If I was braver, I would pull it out myself but then where would I put it? I wonder what they would say if I brought it to the local dump? The lady would charge me someting, pocket the change and then make me dump the poor animal into a hole. It's sad how hickish this place can feel at times.

Something I learnt today.....

Killer whales can be divided into two different populations: Mammal eatting orcas and fish etting orcas. The fish eatting killer whales don't eat any mammals and the mammal eatting killer whales don't eat any fish. Apparently seals can tell the difference between the mammal eating killer whales and the fish eatting killer whales by the sounds they make. Different families of killer whales apparently have different dialects and some even have the appility to learn new sounds outside their normal dialect. (eg. this one orca could imitate the sound of a seal- it was a fish eatting orca and I guess it liked to socialize with seals.) What's really strange is that the fish eatting populations and the mammal eatting populations don't even live that far appart from each other and I'm sure share some of the same hunting ground.

Interesting. I wonder what makes one family/group of killer whales prefer a certain diet over another. Is it taste or just leant behaviour? And if it is learnt behaviour, how and why did the split begin? Does their unique dialects have anything to do with it? Can this split be evidence of orcas having different cultures?

Questions

I don't feel very interesting right now. I've lost a little of my creative flare and when I walk, the normal roll of my heel does not seem so bouncy. I'm not claiming to be overly charming or intreaging in my normal status, it's just that this hum-drum feeling that's come over me of late is perhaps lessening my self-perceptions and thus all of my out-put feels unnormally drab. Is this considered depression? Unsatisfaction with things that you know you could do better at? It paralyses me. The desire to produce diminishes as the unsatisfaction grows and I find myself creating less and less. Is this self distruction? I guess the answer is to just soldier on. Suck it up buttercup and get over yourself. As long as the body is still alive the soul can't be too far. But then I wonder, can a soul die and leave it's body behind?

CBC Literary Awards

For all those writers out there, check this out.

The CBC Literary Awards

is a contest open for non-published works. There are three different categories to enter in (fiction, creative non-fiction, and poetry) and the cost is only $20 an entry. Seems like fun.

I think I might enter something.