It doesn't really have to do with anything, but I like the quote, and today, I feel it stands true. I wouldn't trust myself today, either. I HATE MENSTRUATION!!

Anyway.

The weekend was nerve wracking/delightful. I arrived Thursday - 45 minutes early, actually... the bus is beginning to be my prefered mode of transportation - where I met up with Sarah for food at Boomerangs. We ordered a full cow carcass between the two of us, but thankfully we did not - nay, could not - eat it all. Then, it was back home to frantically print off stuff I needed for my interview. Nothing was printing correctly, so I said 'fuck it' and took a quick shower and then high-tailed it over to Mr. Wonderful's.

The night before I left for home, I came home to a phone message telling me I had to make an ad, in French, for one of the programs at the center. For most other applicants, I assume, they would have a full day to work on it. As I would be travelling the next day, I had to get this ad finished that night... with a little help from my friends. I can't say I did a good job with it. With no printer, and outdated software, I had to keep things pretty simple. However, Mr. Wonderful, being wonderful, managed to spruce things up for me. Jallapano also gave me a copy, for backup. I did, and still do, feel a bit guilty for misrepresentating my French proficientcy.

Anyway, the interview was very well, I think. Again with the misrepresentation, though. I always tend to think I always sell myself too much, and then I don't really live up to the expectations. The ole' bait and switch.

After that, I was whisked off to UW when I spend the day training the staff on how to do my job. It was, I must say, rather gruelling and frustrating, but it was nice to be in that office again. I was paid with 4 return SMT vouchers, good for anyone in the maritimes. Granted, UW didn't actually pay me anything, it still is a rather substantial compensation. One or two of them will probably be used up travelling home, but I think two of them will be used for maybe a romantic getaway? Hm....

After the interview, and the day at work, I slowly started to unwind and relax a bit. Now that I'm back in SH, it's starting to re-emerge, but I'll get to that later.

After setting up camping, done solely by Mr. Wonderful (aka: Mr. Outdoors), and a bit to eat, we went down to the beach. Unfortuntely, Mr. Outdoors' outdoors does not include the ocean. He's not a big fan. Actually, he's downright violent when it comes to the ocean. However, it was quite amusing seeing a grown man beat a jelly fish with a pool noodle.

With that said, he does know how to have fun in the ocean....

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At the end of every camping trip I've ever been on, I usually leave feeling a deep rage toward my co-campers. Not this time though, thankfully. I think there is something about camping that just makes people crazy. You take people away from all their comforts of home, and tell them to live in a small, cramped space, in the Summer, in the woods, and expect them to get along. I can never do it. Not this time, though. I just enjoyed doing whatever we were doing. I got to say, there was little to do, so we did spent quite a bit of time with my parents. They have a trailer, and have lots more distractions to waste time with. Really, if I didn't know my parents, I'm not sure if I'd want to spend all weekend with them. Mr. Wonderful earns more bonus points.

For fuck's sake. I seem to be rambling on and on. I don't know about you, but I hate reading long posts. There's more to say, but I'll leave it for another time!