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Wow, it's been awhile since I've updated. Here is my life now:

I passed all my classes, yay! Archaeology was iffy but I still passed. I hated that class. I'm in my second week of my new job. Officially, I am in housekeeping at a resort, but I also work in the store and pump gas, so it's like three jobs in one. Originally, I was iffy about housekeeping. I hate cleaning. But I hate customers more, so I took the job. The reason I was iffy is because whenever I had to clean bathrooms or whatever at my other jobs, it took about two days for me to start half assing it because I couldn't be bothered. But so far so good, I've only half assed it a few times, and that's just at the end of the day and I was tired. The till is harder to figure out, but once we get actual customers, I'm sure it will be fine. My boss has a lot more fortitude than I do. Today she was showing me how to clean a toilet and she put her hands and a rag in the toilet water. She just flushed it so it was clean water but COME ON. I wasn't sure whether to be impressed or extremely squicked out.

I wasn't aware Manitoba was such a tourist destination, but we've had two groups of hunters from the States. The first group had a hot guy in it who talked to me few times, and the group also left behind a giant bag of Mini Eggs and said I could keep them. Unfortunately, I forgot the bag that day and it was eaten by the time I got back. They also left an unopened bottle of beer and a little bit of rye, and tons of food. I also found it funny that there were two containers of low fat soy milk. For being manly hunters, they sure worried about their health. The second group are currently still at the resort, and a guy from Texas came in today and I had a hard time to keep from laughing at his accent. He was also so difficult to understand! I asked him if he went fishing, and he's like, "We may. [indeterminate mumbling in a Southern drawl]...piddling around." That's all I heard. I just nodded and smiled. The Americans are among the nicest customers I've had to serve. They have a bad reputation as jackasses, but any American I've met has been extremely nice. Well, except for when I was in North Dakota and everyone stared, like they knew I was Canadian or something.

It's been a freezing spring. It's only eight degrees out right now. It snowed about six inches a few days ago, and we were joking that the Americans were going to think that we all lived in igloos. I had to park my car at the side of the highway the day that it snowed (a little sketchy, considering there was no actual shoulder, so I was basically parked on the road) because I didn't think I could make it up the hill.

Oh, I almost forgot my best story from work! This guy came in and he's like, "I think I'm a little lost. How do I get to Saskatoon?" and we're like, "Oh, just go out on the highway and turn left, and you'll see Yorkton..." and his face just falls and he's like, "Oh. I just came from Yorkton." He drove for an hour in the wrong direction. I felt so sorry for him. Then he went outside and randomly told this other guy who works at the resort how to stain a table, for whatever reason.

Anyway, I'm planning on redoing my Host recaps. Hopefully I'll start that tomorrow since I have two days off. July I'm doing JulNoWriMo, which is basically NaNoWriMo but unofficial and in July.