4 posts tagged “kelowna”
I was worried, and I think I sort of freaked out Lydia who is a nervous passenger at the best of times. Still it cleared up before Langley and we made it home alive. My car is covered in about a million inches of mud, but that's a small price to pay for safety.
How mud is a price paid for safety I don't know, but it sounds good.
Today it snowed lightly downtown, but nothing stayed on the ground. I'm anxious for the winter to end and the eight months of rain to begin. When does that happen again?
What was the worst job you ever had?
Submitted by salaryman.
I used to work at the Paramount Theatre in Kelowna. I loved the job, but the pay was basically minimum wage. The only time I got a raise was when the provincial NDP government gave me one. Still the job was good, and I had fun for the most part. For a month however I had the worst work experiance of my life.
The theatre and its sister theatre the Uptown were cleaned by an elderly Italian couple. After the last show they would show up, generally around two in the morning, and work all night to have the theatre cleaned for the day. Giovani and Lousia were their names and we rarely had any interaction with them but when we did it was generally accepted that Lousia was nice and Giovanni was not. One year Lousia went on holidays to visit her relatives for a month and they needed to find someone to help Giovanni while she was gone. I was asked, generally because I never said no to anything, and told that if I helped him out I'd make my minimum wage but it would be under the table so I'd save tax money. It was the summer and I didn't have school so I agreed.
So I agreed and was told to arrive at the theatre at a one o'clock when we would begin. Working late shifts your body adapts to the schedual and your day simply becomes the night. The trouble was I was trying to keep the job from messing up my enjoyment of the summer holidays so I did not alter my schedual at all, except to sleep less. So I would show up at work in the early hours and work until about noon, then I'd sleep maybe until five before getting up to go back to work.
The work too was unpleasent, not only because I just really did not like picking up after people and washing toliets but also because Giovanni would yell at me if he thought I wasn't going fast enough, or doing a good enough job. Because of that I did not talk to him, he wasn't a talker anyway, and so for eight hours a day we'd work in silence.
Halfway through my time I just gave up trying to have a social life, I was too tired all the time and so I would simply work and then go home and watch television and go to bed. My whole life became cleaning the damn theatres, and eventually I started dreaming about it. Now there was no escape, as even in my dreams the Italian janitor was shouting at me.
What food or drink do you love when it's cold out? (Recipes and recommendations, please!)
Oh dear, cold day food. Truth be told between living in Kelowna and Vancouver for most of my life I dont really remember what a cold day is like. I mean real cold like it was living in Edmonton where we'd get three feet of snow and still be expected to go to school on the bus the next day.
But from remembering what I enjoyed then, as well as my first few years in Kelowna when we'd go sledding, I'd have to go for the obvious answer of hot chocolate with marshmellows. That's right, it's not that original but it's the truth.
I'm tired and there's the chance that I might still be hung over. I had an open bottle of red wine and I felt that I should do my best to try to finish it off last night. Today I woke up with feelings for drinking water that can not be expressed in words. I drove to work because the act of walking for half an hour was so distressing that I had rather upset Al Gore and pump chemicals into the air.
Drinking at home alone while writing an article for eVent! might be one of the signs of a problem. It might be one of the signs that I shouldn't have woken up at 7:30 the next morning for work
Last week Lydia and I went to Kelowna for our days off. We had fun with my family, both my parents and my extended dance re-mix family as well. I convinced Lydia to go on a jet-ski and we had a general all-round good time. The chance to catch up with Chad and Delme, even if just for a round of mini-golf at Scandia, was enjoyable. Sadly I missed Chris whose going to be in Kelowna this week while I'm in Vancouver. He's also in Vancouver, right as I blog this apparently, but his old college friends are holding most of his attention so it's doubtful I'll hear from him.
When we got back we saw both The Phantom of the Opera at the Queen Elizabeth Theatre and the HSBC Celebration of Lights on the last night of the fireworks. I blogged about the fireworks here [mbv] and then here [mbv]. The long and the short of it was though that over 3,000,000 people streamed into the English
Bay area and the cops had to deal with it. There's video that I recorded with my Nokia 6682 phone of the cops plowing through the crowd on bikes trying to get to the scene of a stabbing that had happened about two blocks up from us on the corner of Robson and Denman.
What else has happened since then? I don't know actually. Well okay, I've got a few ideas of what may have gone down based on the black box recorder that I carry strapped to my chest at all times.
Nathan was over one night. We were supposed to go the the B.C. Lions' game but neither of rated our interest in the sport above a 3 out of 10 so instead we went to the HMV and I picked up the first season of The Brak Show on DVD and went back to my apartment to watch that. We realized that it was the first time we'd gotten together in over a month, when he had come over with Krista for my Canada Day gathering.
Lastly I suppose it's worth noting that Lydia and I cooked the other night. Or she cooked while I had to listen to her list off the different cooking tools that I lacked. This ended up as fodder form my next article in eVent! which brings us back to drinking the red wine left over from our cooked dinner late at night while trying to write an article.
Actually where we began was with me hung over blogging about the past week or so. Which is where I am, hung over blogging about the last week in Me-town. Where have you been my tiny little flight simulators?
