Several awesome things.

 Inspired by The Book of Awesome, a great read and it makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside:

• Community days with bouncy castles.
• Naming the band The Forest Hillbillies for the day. 
• Seeing the above band, consisting of several guys in their late teens and early twenties, bouncing on the bouncy castle.
• Starbucks donating coffee
• Facepaint.
• Chalk.
• Bubbles.
• Getting a ridiculously large comfy sweater that I have every intention of wearing from Value Village.
•  Random clothes items from thrift stores.
• Nailpolish.
• Arizona green tea.
• Finding my office clean and organized after it resided in complete chaos for several weeks.
• Having two days of work left but two paychecks to come.
• Two days of work consisting of decorating for VBS.
• Office machines, i.e. folding machines, paper cutters, etc.
• Coworkers who understand the obscure references I make.
• Sunday afternoons.
• Hanging out with friends after not seeing them for a long time.
• Couches outside.

Pointless office work is pointless.

Alas, I have been sentenced to a week and a half of office work. Whoa is me.

If it was useful office work, I might not mind. But it`s putting two hefty binders worth of information about past members of my church into a spreadsheet. Sasha tried to convince me it was useful. I didn`t buy it, considering his reasoning was,"Would you have been asked to do this if their was no purpose?" Son of a bitch.

My day went something like this:
Arrive at church to find one person there.
Ask if soccer camp is at the field or church.
Hear people debate about above question for 20 minutes.
Find out I have to do 'data input' for the morning. Decide it sound mind-numbing.
Do registration for soccer camp.
Cut up some brochures.
Prepare snack.
Go upstairs to start data input.
Spend half an hour on the A section.
Spend half an hour on the B section.
Go downstairs for a brief break due to mind-numbing.
Kid gets injured.
I offer to fill out incident report, get turned down. Guess the only paper work I'm trusted with is the useless type.
Sasha tells me to go back to data input.
I gripe.
I spend half an hour on the C section.
Talk about how I hope that is the last time I have to do office work.
I have lunch.
Staff meeting.
Find out I'm doing data input for a DAMN. WEEK. AND A HALF.
Cry and have Sasha use his 'oh, you are totally valued' speech as I yell asking why he chose me for useless paperwork. He tries to make me feel guilty with idiotic reasoning, but I'm way too infuriated.
Lay on floor in empty room.
Prepare for Sunday school.
Paint a box to look like a stove.

And that is how ridiculous my day was. Yeah for more days of mind-numbing stupidity. Maybe I'll get through the D, E, F, and G sections tomorrow.

Lesson of the day: when something is so boring that the secretary waits for months for someone else to do it, you do not want to be the one forced to do it.

Week and a half left of this job. Hallelujah. The most miserable week and a half of my existence, however.

Then to BC and Alberta for 2 weeks!
Love,
-J-

City buses: 70

"I think I'm having a Wednesday."

A Wednesday, for the last few weeks, seems to mean that I am both hyper and tired and completely unable to take anything seriously.

Seriously, last week at youth, I laughed for five minutes (I was seriously ROFLing) because Caleb said something about ducks going over a waterfall.

This week so far has been Music Camp. Kids come in, sit down, and learn the basics of drums, piano, or guitar. I worked with beginner guitar yesterday with Sasha, which was frustrating me because he seems to have little respect for anything I say. Today I was working with (ever so slightly less beginner) advanced guitar with Connor, who is a year younger than me, and I now have the chord progression of A, E, F#m7, D stuck in my head.

Gerald has this week off, so I've been enjoying talking to Montgomery and Catherine. We've danced to VBS music, painted boxes while wearing painting shirts size 4X and put my crayons to use.

Youth retreat this weekend. Totally not looking forward to it, considering it looks like very few people are coming and it's taking place at the church. Overnight. Sleeping in the same building I work in isn't really a retreat.
Love,
-J-

City buses taken: 65
Current facebook status:  I have a 64 pack... of crayons.

My weekend: kiwis, TV, and weird dreams on friends' couches.

This weekend was pretty much a huge Gilmore Girls marathon.

I am also attempting to finger knit a string long enough to go from my room, down the hallway, across the living room, across the kitchen, and into my basement.

Can't say that I don't have goals.

I am also considering the prospect of vlogging. Thoughts?
Love,
-J-

City buses taken: 62
Currently reading: Out of Africa by Karen Blixen