This week, I've been working at the Post Office. I think I need a t-shirt that says "JobSlut". To recap, since August 2005 I have been:

Wellness workshop facilitator
Women's shelter worker
Materials management clerk
Health records clerk
Police clerk
Interview transcriptionist
Lockup guard
Custodian
Social Work instructor
and now postal clerk.

Good thing they didn't want a resume. It's kind of a mess. I don't know if this with the post office is anything even remotely permanent. The post office was closed earlier this week due to a general lack of staff, and the lady I worked for at the health centre told the postal people that I might be interested.

One thing about this, though, I've not had too many dull moments since I've been here. I should add that I'm still on call for guarding, I'm still cleaning the detachment, and I've still got ongoing transcription work. (sleep is nice too. sometimes I get a bit of that.)

So I went to the library today to tell the librarian that Roli ate a book. She just laughed, and said, "That's so cool that you told me, do you know how many people would just not say anything, and then when I asked, pretend they lost it?"

We drove off up the river today on the snowmobile, to our cabin. The drive was frosty, and the cabin even more so when we got there. For a while on the way back my mind was empty, as we followed the track and the land melded with the sky.