Here comes the rain again
And it came in spades. Also to note, it’s the first time I didn’t cover my seat with its rain protecting device. There was no chance in hell it wasn’t gonna rain.
My days have been busy! I have a part-time semi-profitable job. I will be teaching kids. Me teaching kids. I think that is one of the signs of the apocalypse. It’s a job and I need it, so… Tomorrow marks my first day as Miss Carla, Teacher Extraordinaire. So I’ve been going around meeting people and getting files and such (such includes outfitting myself in a tweed suit, of course) to start this adventure in teaching.
I have also taken it upon myself to help this Canadian guy that probably doesn’t even need/want help. During one of my meetings (in a bar, of course, since half my interviews/work related affairs have taken place in bars - this reminds me of that line from The Office "Chili’s is the new golf course.
It’s where business happens. Small Businessman Magazine." "It said that?" "It will. I sent it in. Letter to the editor."), we started talking to this Canadian guy who looked like the poster child for "sweet, helpless, adorable guy". Basically a Canadian Freddie Prinze Jr. Anyway, he told us that he’s in town because his mother is having some experimental chemo done and that’s when all the bells went off in my brain. Must. Help. Canada. Unfortunately, by the time the bells stopped ringing and my brain started functioning, the guy had left the bar and gone onto cutting his hair. And so I have been sleuthing around and thanks to Cara (the teacher I am taking over for), I narrowed down his hotel to 2 possible ones. Quick phone call to very understanding, very eager to help nun and I found out his room #. So I sent an email to the general hotel email and I just got a reply that said the msg has been delivered. I am bursting with proud and hope I can help these people a little. Oh, I’m gloating too smugly.