14 December, 2005 (Wednesday)
11 December 2005 (Sunday)
Full day shift at Happy Valley with Kate. Day passed relatively fast. A quiet evening. Dropped by the ticket office at 9pm in evening wanderings and helped a distressed Lesley clean up skates.
12 December 2005 (Monday)
Day out on the slopes with Josh. A lot of fun skiing down the open runs, groomed and ungroomed. Going down Mervyn's, an ungroomed blue with a lot of bumps, Josh came unstuck on some uneven ground and did a beautiful headfirst somersault. Once we'd determined that the only damage done was snow down the back of his jacket we killed ourselves laughing. Hot tub evening, met some of our neighbours - a family from Wollongong (Lisa, Chris & Tash?).
13 December 2005 (Tuesday)
Josh and I did the day trip to Kelowna to do rent, shopping and send a few bits and pieces home. Early morning packed bus. Thank goodness for the iPod, else I'm not sure how I would have survived it when the manic bus driver decided to crank up the local radio station (Silk FM).
I managed to leave my CIBC debit card in the drawers (ditz moment), so had to request a teller withdrawal which took an hour for them to fax through my signature. Banking in the stoneage.
Commentary: I think Canadian Banking is still based on branch-based accounts rather than having a consolidated banking corporation system. Authentication is still held in hardcopy rather than being able to be electronically requested /transmitted instantaneously. This means significantly more paperwork and waiting time.
Among other things purchased a laptop computer (ouch! Although I think prices are probably more competitive than back in Oz) which I'll need to setup in the next little while.
Carrying up the trolley load of shopping (which included a vital stock of 2x 30 pack of granola bars) stretched both Josh and I to our limits. We had to catch the Gondola up from where the bus dropped us, then up the hill and three flights of stairs. The aftermath left us taking heaving breaths. Pity about those bananas.
Tuesday nights are staff nights at Sam's. After a fantastic dinner of honey-garlic marinated steak (care of Dave the marinade king!), mash and garden salad we headed in to check it out. After 9:00pm it started to really fill up. A lot of familiar faces. Circulated around chatting to people I recognised (Chloe says "Hi". Jess!). The ticketing crowd were out in force, with both Kate and Lesely mixing it up on and off the dance floor. Sarah, our newest recruit joined sometime later in the night. Somehow ended up on the dance floor making a total goose of myself. Turned in just after 12 with my early morning shift in mind.
13 December 2005 (Tuesday)
Into Village Tickets at 7:45am to pickup grooming report and my float for the day, then off skiing down the hill to The Ridge to sell a few tickets. A quiet day with maybe 20 sales, I spent my time alternately playing solitaire, eating and reading my newest acquisition How to be a Canadian (Will and Ian Ferguson) - it has a lot of handy tips, although I'm still to be convinced that the Canadian "eh" is an endearing linguistic phenomenon. Managed to squeeze in an hour of skiing up and down the Ridge Rocket! Our 1.5cm of snow last night was pretty token and the day was clear so things were quite crunchy out. Didn't balance again - a dime out. Driving me nuts!
Dinner out at Sam's tonight - 30 cent chicken wings. We managed to get through 100 wings between 5 of us (Caleb, Ryan, Mel, Dave and myself). Early night home, should be in bed by 10:00pm. Hurrah!
In other news
Drying out
Growing up in Australia, I've always taken the old washing line for granted. You do your washing on fine days and hang it out to dry. No mildew, no shrinkage - nature's own way of drying.
But it's cold here and we don't have washing line. Heck, there's snow on our balcony most of the time and, while our living spaces aren't cramped, hanging lines everywhere would bring the whole tone of our decor down. So they tumble dry everything here. And I mean everything! Trouble is, most of the clothes I brought over specifically state Do not tumble dry. I think my work v-neck has shrunk 2 sizes as a result and is just short of being officially declared a mid-drift (which isn't necessarily a bad thing). I've also managed to share my fluffy socks with my darks. Dave was almost in hysterics when I admitted that I'd packed a lint brush. Sticky tape is often more effective.
Watching trash
It's amazing, but with 30 available free to air channels there still isn't anything worth watching on TV here. Admittedly, 20 of those channels are coming straight over the border from the U.S. of A. but that still leaves 10 channels that (could/)should have good Canadian content. Nevertheless, we seem to spend a lot of time flicking from channel to channel to channel. I think I'm starting to understand the attraction of cable around here. Right now quality television is composed of Everybody loves Raymond, repeats of Frasier, South Park and The Family Guy. Help!
The other thing that gets to me with the TV stations here in Canada is their marathon viewing where they show the same movie three or four nights running. I think this is the second week running where they've featured Adam Sandler. The Waterboy was watchable the first time around, but the third time... sorry Bobby, I'm not playing any more ball.
Granola (Updated) - An ode to Granola
To my dearest tasty treat
So wholesome yet so sweet
Covered in sugared slop
A bargain at 33 cents a pop
Eat at home or take you out
Just let me cry and sing and shout
Every single simple way
You help me make it through the day.
Full day shift at Happy Valley with Kate. Day passed relatively fast. A quiet evening. Dropped by the ticket office at 9pm in evening wanderings and helped a distressed Lesley clean up skates.
12 December 2005 (Monday)
Day out on the slopes with Josh. A lot of fun skiing down the open runs, groomed and ungroomed. Going down Mervyn's, an ungroomed blue with a lot of bumps, Josh came unstuck on some uneven ground and did a beautiful headfirst somersault. Once we'd determined that the only damage done was snow down the back of his jacket we killed ourselves laughing. Hot tub evening, met some of our neighbours - a family from Wollongong (Lisa, Chris & Tash?).
13 December 2005 (Tuesday)
Josh and I did the day trip to Kelowna to do rent, shopping and send a few bits and pieces home. Early morning packed bus. Thank goodness for the iPod, else I'm not sure how I would have survived it when the manic bus driver decided to crank up the local radio station (Silk FM).
I managed to leave my CIBC debit card in the drawers (ditz moment), so had to request a teller withdrawal which took an hour for them to fax through my signature. Banking in the stoneage.
Commentary: I think Canadian Banking is still based on branch-based accounts rather than having a consolidated banking corporation system. Authentication is still held in hardcopy rather than being able to be electronically requested /transmitted instantaneously. This means significantly more paperwork and waiting time.
Among other things purchased a laptop computer (ouch! Although I think prices are probably more competitive than back in Oz) which I'll need to setup in the next little while.
Carrying up the trolley load of shopping (which included a vital stock of 2x 30 pack of granola bars) stretched both Josh and I to our limits. We had to catch the Gondola up from where the bus dropped us, then up the hill and three flights of stairs. The aftermath left us taking heaving breaths. Pity about those bananas.
Tuesday nights are staff nights at Sam's. After a fantastic dinner of honey-garlic marinated steak (care of Dave the marinade king!), mash and garden salad we headed in to check it out. After 9:00pm it started to really fill up. A lot of familiar faces. Circulated around chatting to people I recognised (Chloe says "Hi". Jess!). The ticketing crowd were out in force, with both Kate and Lesely mixing it up on and off the dance floor. Sarah, our newest recruit joined sometime later in the night. Somehow ended up on the dance floor making a total goose of myself. Turned in just after 12 with my early morning shift in mind.
13 December 2005 (Tuesday)
Into Village Tickets at 7:45am to pickup grooming report and my float for the day, then off skiing down the hill to The Ridge to sell a few tickets. A quiet day with maybe 20 sales, I spent my time alternately playing solitaire, eating and reading my newest acquisition How to be a Canadian (Will and Ian Ferguson) - it has a lot of handy tips, although I'm still to be convinced that the Canadian "eh" is an endearing linguistic phenomenon. Managed to squeeze in an hour of skiing up and down the Ridge Rocket! Our 1.5cm of snow last night was pretty token and the day was clear so things were quite crunchy out. Didn't balance again - a dime out. Driving me nuts!
Dinner out at Sam's tonight - 30 cent chicken wings. We managed to get through 100 wings between 5 of us (Caleb, Ryan, Mel, Dave and myself). Early night home, should be in bed by 10:00pm. Hurrah!
In other news
- Jae seems to have majorly bruised / cracked his ribs boarding. He's taken to bed and the ice skating rink.
- Josh is juggling multiple potential relationships and seems to be enjoying managing his hotel during the midnight hours. Apparently he's a huge hit with the girls staying there on the weekends who get him to play music and dance for him.
- Dave gets the next 2 days off and has confessed that he's fallen in love - with a pair of Rossignol z5s. Apparently they "ski a treat" and at 170cm turn beautifully. I'm wishing him a happy wedding night.
- For myself, I've been relatively well behaved, although I've managed to get a dry cough which is really bugging me. Looking forward to Saturday where I've got the day free and then work in the evening at the Tubing Cabin. Should be pretty cruisy.
Drying out
Growing up in Australia, I've always taken the old washing line for granted. You do your washing on fine days and hang it out to dry. No mildew, no shrinkage - nature's own way of drying.
But it's cold here and we don't have washing line. Heck, there's snow on our balcony most of the time and, while our living spaces aren't cramped, hanging lines everywhere would bring the whole tone of our decor down. So they tumble dry everything here. And I mean everything! Trouble is, most of the clothes I brought over specifically state Do not tumble dry. I think my work v-neck has shrunk 2 sizes as a result and is just short of being officially declared a mid-drift (which isn't necessarily a bad thing). I've also managed to share my fluffy socks with my darks. Dave was almost in hysterics when I admitted that I'd packed a lint brush. Sticky tape is often more effective.
Watching trash
It's amazing, but with 30 available free to air channels there still isn't anything worth watching on TV here. Admittedly, 20 of those channels are coming straight over the border from the U.S. of A. but that still leaves 10 channels that (could/)should have good Canadian content. Nevertheless, we seem to spend a lot of time flicking from channel to channel to channel. I think I'm starting to understand the attraction of cable around here. Right now quality television is composed of Everybody loves Raymond, repeats of Frasier, South Park and The Family Guy. Help!
The other thing that gets to me with the TV stations here in Canada is their marathon viewing where they show the same movie three or four nights running. I think this is the second week running where they've featured Adam Sandler. The Waterboy was watchable the first time around, but the third time... sorry Bobby, I'm not playing any more ball.
Granola (Updated) - An ode to Granola
To my dearest tasty treat
So wholesome yet so sweet
Covered in sugared slop
A bargain at 33 cents a pop
Eat at home or take you out
Just let me cry and sing and shout
Every single simple way
You help me make it through the day.
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