Well, the craziness at Capilano continues. Here I thought I might be able to take a breather, but with the new manager and everything that's going on in my life, it was nice to take two days off and actually vegetate.
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First off, today I found out I was secret shopped. Someone hired by the company came in and judged my selling.
The only thing that didn't work out was me not asking for the sale (that was all the points I lost). So, damn.
But everything else, I nailed, apparently.
The comments read: He was friendly, he was helpful with the MP3 promotion and the different phones and plans they had. The store was clean, too.
So, that's one thing that makes me happy.
Although I'm confused why she thought I was in the 5'4"-5'9" range...
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Canoegirl's wedding was very fun. Although, really, the fun started off with being able to hang out with Jo and Graeme last Friday.
We looked for wedding gifts, and I ended up buying some stuff for my bedroom. And then went to a game store to finish off the visit.
That night, Myles, Marauder, and I, along with a crapload of friends, went to see Episode III.
My conversation with Nee, girlfriend of Marauder:
Me: So, I bought some linens today.
Nee: Oooh! Thread count?
Me: 275, of course. Can't go with a low thread count.
Nee: Squeal! Colour?
Me: It goes like this - I bought an aubergine fitted sheet, an olive top sheet, and aubergine pillowcases. It doesn't quite fit my comforter, which is burgundy, but it'll work.
Me: And it was 30% off! I got a bargain out of the deal. Also, I bought a Ralph Lauren bathsheet. Okay, just so I don't sound completely gay, I also bought some comics...
Ep3 was okay, but nothing to really rave about. A lot of the time I was confused about an athsmatic robot, cringing over Lucas' atrocious dialogue and yelling about how many freaking wipes were there.
Also, it seems like Lucas was trying to plug in every single plothole in order to make us think he had some grand plan.
So, in short, better than the craptastic first two, but it doesn't really hold a candle to the first three.
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The wedding. I rushed to the church in Sherwood Park, and I knew that most of my friends would be involved in the choir, but I declined to be part of it, since I wasn't able to make any of the rehearsals beforehand.
When I got there, ten minutes before the ceremony was to start, I was pulled aside by Liz, who asked if I wanted to sing.
"I dunno," I said. "Would it be fair if I missed all the reharsals?"
"You sang all the songs before, right?"
"We need more men."
So I accepted.
Dev came in about five minutes later. I said, "Hey, Dev! I'm in the choir!"
"Oh," said Dev.
"Dude, it's two minutes before the ceremony!"
"I joined five minutes ago. They need guys, and it's stuff we've sung before."
So, it was a good service (although really short for a Catholic mass) and we sang well, I guess. Father Dave did a darn good job officiating.
Afterwards, Weathergeek, Romes, Roselle,Laura and I went for coffee and caught up.
During the reception, some interesting conversations happened: a lot of people were asking me where Canton was, and how he was doing.
After the fourth person asked me where he was, Dev laughed. "Man, it's like you two are married."
It certainly seemed that way after Dev and someone were talking, and didn't realize there were three bedrooms in our house.
Dev: "Yeah, all that's left in Axler's room is Jago's suitcase."
Bartel: "Where does Jago sleep?"
Dev: "His bedroom."
Bartel: "So there are three bedrooms?"
Dev: "Well, yeah."
Bartel: "Good. I was worried there."
My other favourite conversations of the night:
(Kim's two-year-old, Ethan, is playing with the spinning wheel on the stage with another young'un.)
Kim: "It's a good thing Ethan's not pushing Kayley over."
Me: "Why? Does he have a problem with sharing?"
Kim: "No, he just likes pushing people over."
Me: "So it's not that your son has a problem with sharing, so much as he's an asshole?"
(Kit's changing Caboodle into pyjamas on the stage, in front of everyone.)
Debates: "Man, Kit's changing Caboodle in the most prominent place in the room."
Me: "Meh. You see one striptease, you see them all."
Debates: "So all women look that same in the nude?"
Me: "That's my theory."
Debates: "Is it now?"
Me: "Well, yeah. Granted, I haven't done any testing on the subject. It's still in the hypothesis stage, really."
Other memorable moments include Ethan pulling off my fingers during the dinner (I went along with it, hiding my fingers when he pulled them in the order of pointer, ring - at which point I told Lllloyd, "God, I REALLY hope he goes for the middle one next" - middle finger - Whew -, little finger.), and me catching the garter to the tune of Spider-Man.
Apparently, Canoegirl and Paul REALLY enjoyed the group gift of a Canon Rebel digital camera (so Canoegirl can still use all her old lenses), which is good. I've been decent with wedding gifts in the past. Hopefully, Justice won't be screwed in that respect. (BTW, it's DevIN, not DevON...I spelled it out for you in the email...)
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On Monday, we did the store's inventory, with Jenn, the new manager. The good thing? Both my old bosses, Mark and Chris, were there, so that was fun. The bad thing? Jenn brought her four- and two-year-old children.
Inventory's a stressful enough thing, but once you put two spoiled rugrats in the store after hours, you're playing with fire. Well, they're playing with fire. Well, really, they're playing with everything in the store that isn't nailed down.
And when I'm supposed to be COUNTING everything that isn't nailed down, and I can't find it because of the ever-increasing pile of stuff on the floor? I get mad.
The fuckers broke an alarm clock. And the youngest decided to pee on the floor.
Thank god I had my discman.
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So, tomorrow is my last day here. And Jenn's not in the store because her daughter has a dance recital.
I swear, next week, this place is in danger of burning down. Or falling into a pattern of entropy. Or burning in a fire caused by entropy. Whatever the case, I'm fleeing this ship like a drowning rat.
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Reading: The Millionaires, by Brad Meltzer. Man, Meltzer writes some fun suspenseful books.
Listening to: Feel Good Inc., by the Gorillaz. They're back with a new album! And I haven't danced this much to a song since Hey Ya came out! I think I'll be buying this one...
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Spellcheck of the Week: "What's this "bathsheet" you're writing about? Do you mean BATISTA?" (No joke. Really happened...)