Voyages, voyages, voyages...

Pour ceux qui regardent The Office (ahem, Robin), mon boss est TELLEMENT comme le boss dans The Office.

Deux exemples:

-Conversation normale et tout à coup il fait: "blah-blah, blahblahblahhhh, blaaaaeeeeeeeeoooooooh" en twistant sa bouche. Tout le monde le regarde pis c'est juste awkward.

JOU#1 -C'est quand les prochaines élections municipales?
BOSS -Errrrrrrrr en septeeeeembre. Non novemmbre. Ehhhhhhhhh 15 octobre.
JOU#1 - Ok...
JOU#2 - (softly) Err you better double check that, he has no clue.
JOU#1 - Oh I know.

Aussi, j'ai une copie conforme de Phyllis assise en diagonale de moi.
Les autres sont normaux.

By the way, aujourd'hui j'ai fais une entrevue, et ç'a été diffusé. C'est une très bonne nouvelle et c'est excitant parce que normalement un stagiaire n'a pas le droit de diffuser. Ça veut soit dire qu'ils me font confiance, soit qu'ils sont tellement débordés qu'ils carent plus a propos des règlements. Et honnêtement, je crois que c'est la deuxième raison qui est la bonne. Mais c'est quand même awesome!

The city, I find, is beautiful. Downtown is sort of up hill so it's more like an uptown. They call it the City Centre. The buildings are nice, they're all new and shiny and architecturally interesting I suppose. The river is nice, it's all watery and stuff. But the streets don't have names. The avenues are north-south, they go from 1 to 100-something, and then you have the streets, they are east-west and go from 1 to 100-something. The only streets that have names are the ones that aren't straight. It's like the city has no soul.

So let's say I lived at 4467, 21st avenue. It means I live on the 21st avenue and that my house is between the 44th and the 45th street. If I work at 10062-102 Avenue (which I do), it means I work on the 102nd avenue, between the streets 100 and 101. Isn't that great.

I can see how it must be easy to find an adress with street numbers when you've lived here all your life, but right now, I find it really hard to understand where everything is. I mean how are you supposed to remember which street gets you to which place when they have no name? I'm used to associating names with places, I don't know. For me, there's no difference between street 44 and street 45, you know what I mean? It doesn't stick in my memory.

That appart though, I know I was a bit sarcastic in the first paragraph, but really, the city is kinda beautiful. I promise you some pictures soon.

Only thing is you can't really walk around unless you want to take the "sentiers" around the river, I hear they are really nice, but the thing is, you can't really get from one place to another with those. You have to want to walk or bike or rollerblade just for the hell of it. Nothing wrong with that, obviously. It's just not practical.

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PS - I went to the gym with Susan (my aunt) tonight, there was a lady in a wheelchair, she was rolling around the "stade", it seemed like it took her the greatest effort ever, she was going extremely slow... I even wondered if she'd like to be pushed (but obviously not I mean she wouldn't go to the gym to get pushed around by someone...) The funny thing is, the brand of her wheelchair was "Quickie", it was written in big bold letters on the back of her chair.

PS2 - Walid... I know what you're thinking...

PS3 - Again Walid... no...

PS4 - It's great living at my uncle's, I love being able to spend time with everyone.

So I think it went well. Found the place, presented myself to my boss, who asked me when I had arrived. I said "friday night", with a big smile, to which he responded, after staring at me for 5 whole seconds with mean eyebrows -- oh cmon you know what I mean -- "ta tute la face rouge". I thought wow what a guy, this is gonna be fun. But then everyone was really nice to me. I followed a journalist for most of the day, it was really interesting but I didnt get a lunch break and got out of there at 5:20pm, which is 20 min later than I'm supposed to. So I guess I'll be working hard for the next 6 weeks. It's better than not working, which is what I did all summer long in Winnipeg.

On the way back from the Audiences publiques we were covering, I thought to myself, "yeah I could do this, I'd like doing this as a living". So it's a good sign. Then again, 20 mins later, I saw horses and poneys in a field and thought to myself, "yeah I could do this, I could be a farmer and ride poneys as a living".

I'm tired. It was fun for a day, but cmon, I can't work like this EVERYday. I think I'll just sleep in tomorrow.

PS - I write in english because I'm in Edmonton. I think that's why.

So cette entry icitte deserve d'être écrite en chiac.

Hier, j'étais au Doc Dylan's et j'ai réalisé comment la "scene" à Moncton était impossible à expliquer aux gens qui viennent pas d'ici... yavait Norm qui jouait... unfortunatly l'ère Norm the Jammer est vraiment finie, jpense qu'après 4 ans on aurait eu envie que Norm ajoute une 11e chanson à son répertoire. HHHHOUAH !!

Anyways, so là, je décolle pour Edmonton demain, je décolle (encore une fois!) de la "scene" de Moncton. J'adore Moncton mais rester ici trop longtemps m'étouffe big time.

So je connais rien d'Edmonton, absolument rien. Je suis déjà allée pour une fin de semaine but jveux dire... je connais pas la ville, je connais pas l'histoire de l'Alberta, je sais pas dans quoi je m'embarque, je sais pas ce que je vais faire à mon stage à Radio-Canada, je sais pas si je vais aimer ça, je sais même pas si j'aime vraiment la radio. La seule chose que je sais c'est que j'habite chez mon parrain et j'ai hâte de le voir et de voir toute la famille.

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PS - J'ai même pas encore commencé à packer.

PS - Quelques awesome quotes de Norm de hier soir (Shannon would agree j'en suis sûre)

"J'ai souvent joué à des wings night, but c'est la first time que je joue à un steak night!". (Yeah, c'était "steak night" au Doc's hier.)

"On est pas lundi, on est pas mardi, so on est meckerrdi!!!"

"HHHHOUAHHH"