Gone, Gone, Going…? Now? No. … Now?

I am currently waiting for laundry to be done, and feeling alternating feelings (no duh) of chest constricting stress and  fluttery anxiety, and chest constricting anticipation and fluttery excitement.

I leave for Grundy Park tomorrow, probably at the crack of dawn should I ask Dad now, and I am starting and finishing my packing today.

Yes I’m late, but I’m a procrastinator almost by nature. I’m procrastinating waiting for laundry to be done, because a while ago, I had my laundry waiting for me to bring it upstairs, and it was sitting in front of our freezer, which was left open, and it leaked.

I moved my stuff after it got wet, and left it down there to be done again when the washer was next free.

Mold grew.

I washed it twice.

I am washing it again, to get the sour-ish smell from it before I go.

I am not packing my stuff into a suitcase, because my Mom says that it’d be easier to pack in the car if it were in these huge, 3fx1fx2f ish plastic bins, so I have a plastic bin in my room, in the hall outside of my room, one downstairs by my nearly-done laundry, and one in the front room of my house.

Scratch that, I have TWO (Three) in the front room, because I need one separate for sleeping things such as sheets and pj’s.

It feels very much so as if I should be going right now, but then the chest crushing gets tighter with the feeling of Holy-I’m-Not-DONE-PACKING! untill I reassure myself and my insane part that no, we aren’t leaving right yet.

And then the sane part of me thinks of something.

What if I forget something!!!

Insane hears this as well, and slaps Sane on the head.

It’s because we’re not done PACKING! Get to work we’ve got like an hour to get everything together and in the car!

 Sane runs into a wall.

DOOM!

No, we aren’t leaving untill tomorrow, I reassure myself. And Laundry cannot be rushed.

And so I stand in front of the Door of Panic with my trusty Gandalf Wizard Staff solidly blocking the way.

From myself.

*sigh* Am I sure that there is actually an insane side, and it’s not just me?

Yes. I just happen to be strongly influenced by myInsane side when writing. Every writer has this part of them, it just so happens that mine feels the need to talk to me occassionally.

Insane people are in Sane people, and neither part are going past me to the Panic Room, because a)nothing gets done there, and b) NONE SHALL PASS!

All LOTR Gandalf the Grey jokes and references aside, I shall finish the Laundry of Impending Doom, cut it down to be hidden away in the Boxes of Plastic Containment, sealed away untill they are needed to fight the foe called Nakedness.

Shoot I gotta find myself some nail clippers, and perhaps a few more pairs of wool work socks.

Did you know that Costco has awesome underwear on sale? You wouldn’t think so, but they are comfortable.

A while ago, how many days ago matters not, Mum brought me to Costco to stock up on food items that will help in my quest of survival for the coming 2 months.

Working at a park is different from working as a Ranger in many ways, and one of which is that we don’t have chefs to cook and buy our food.

 For the last couple of weeks Dad has been storing away chili and stew and hamburger patties in the freezer, either in sealed plastic bags or in Tupperware , so that for at least the first two weeks of no-trips-into-town-to-buy-food I might be able to survive. I am extremely thankful that we get a lot of freezer space at Grundy (everyone, not just me, though I’d like to believe I AM that special).

I will also be leaving with print out and digital recipes of such things as stew, easy stroganoff (which is not a loose, sexually active Swedish general), salsa-couscous chicken, and many-layered salads.

We bought juice, meat, some veggies, cookies (the important things), underwear (they’re nice 😀 Sane: Don’t SAY that! Insane: BWAHAHA!) , and a whole slew of bread for me to make my main source of sustenance for during the day: Sandwiches.

To the sound of Pocahontas’ “Savages”:

Sandwiches! Sandwiches! Hardly ever Eaten! Sandwiches! Sandwiches! Where is my Mayonnaise?!

Credited to my friends (from rangers) sister. Google Map Delta. It’s a place. They live there.      😀

WE ARE RUNNING OUT OF TIME!

No.

Food is packed away, and I think that I’ll go through the plastic bins tha I have already and sort out the mixes of shirts, sweaters, pants, and shorts from in them.

I will probably have way more than I need, but…

Rather have more than I need than not enough.

Right.

 BUT WHAT IF SOMETHING IS FORGOTTEN???!!!

No. Grundy is 4 hours or so away, and the Parents will be visiting fairly regularly! Back!!! Back from the gates of Panic!

YOU SHALL NOT PASS!

 So tomorrow I’m gone, or going, or whatever, and I’ll probably be freaking out.

By the end of the first week I’ll likely be fine, but then I’ll start being paranoid about what, exactly I’ll have forgotten.

Because I will have forgotten SOMETHING.

But that is edging around my Gandalf staff, (BWAHA!), so we shall move on.

I was procrastinating a bit earlier, reading one of the books I liberated from my Mom’s school (they have a better library, and because she’s a teacher there, she can take them out over the summer), called “The Book of Lost Things” by John Connolly. The link will bring you to his site on it.

It’s good.

Like, Really good.

Most times I can predict what will happen at the end of the book by the time I get through the first 3-5 chapters, and I had a bit of a feeling about what would happen, but so many things happened that promised a slightly different outcome, I couldn’t put it down.

Of course, since Lexy probably won’t be reading this untill I’m long gone, I can freely admit that instead of folding laundry a bit earlier, i was reading this. I put it away any time someone came down to the basement, and started fiddling with laundry.

I still got a lot done, even while reading it.

…Weird.

The dryer just made it’s “I’m-done” jingle noise (sounds a bit like a small part of an ice-cream truck’s jingle), and this is getting kind of long, so I’ll bid you all goodbye for now. Whether I post small segments about my work for the next 2 months depends on if the claim to internet access is true or not.

Ciao!

~Doodled93~

Insane: THERE’S NO MORE TIME!

P.S. Afterthought: It is now about 10:28 pm, and I pretty much have everything packed, but I look at my 2 bins of clothing, my 1/4 bin of work clothes, and my slightly bursting bin of sleeping stuff (it has a sleeping bag and pillow in it), and I feel I am missing a lot. Clothing-wise. I know I am not anywhere done my toiletries packing, as i currently have only JUST put the all-important nail clippers in my tinier toiletries bin, and I have no swim towel, no shower towel, and all of my electronics (including an EXTREMELY IMPORTANT digital alarm clock) are scattered around my house. Mostly uncharged too. Anyone else finish packing and look at your stuff and thing “nope. Not done.”? Also, pj’s is underlined in red, as well as bin. That is rediculous!

Preparing for Parkage: Getting it all Clean to get Dirty

I hate laundry.

I really and truly do.

It takes little snippets of time that add up.

It isn’t so much the actual doing of it, though it is a pain to have to set timers and get everything down there (especially if you put off laundry and have more than one basket load to do), but it’s the fact that it needs to be done, and that you have to put everything away afterwards.

It makes me sound like a lazy slob, but it’s the truth, and I’m sure that everyone at least has some days where the thought of doing laundry prompts a groan.

Laundry is a bit of a must at the moment, making sure that my work clothing is all packed and ready to go for on the 26th.

I must have at least five work shirts and 5 work pants, paired with at least three tank tops and three t-shirts. I must have a couple of sweaters and a few long-sleeved shirts as well, just in case the weather goes Wonky.

The weather network says that it’s supposed to be a warm summer, but Lexy worked at Sleeping Giant Park, and it started snowing partway through a canoe trip.

So that’s adding Long Johns to the list as well.

That’s just work clothing.

Pants from the side... most times they aren't as obvious as this, and just have the same colour as the pants material for patches. I go to TNT for my pants.

To clarify, work shirts are pretty much tan/other coloured button-up shirts that have sleeves. The buttons can be undone, and the sleeves can be rolled up when it’s hot. But it also means that you have the option of protecting your arms from bug bites, or from unexpected coldness. 😀

Work Pants have very simple requirement for me, and it’s something that a couple of the other girls at Rangers found out about after the unfortunate sound.

Work pants must have reinforcement patches on both the knees, and, as uncomfortable as it must sound, the crotch.

The unfortunate sound is the sound of ripped pants.

It’s really not great  when one of your work shirts is borrowed so that your buddy can cover the rip in her pants, and it’s not all that great having your bug spray/bug wipes used up because people spray it down the rips in their knees to attack bugs that have crawled in there.

So Laundry is the next part of Summer Parkage Prep.

Fun…

Why am I doing this again?

Oh, right, money, experience, and muscle buildup, as well as being paid for a camping trip…

Ciao and Zzzzz for now.

~Doodled93~

P.S. Props for this girl for going on a four-day camping trip when life was a bit too much, and for publicly apologizing when she gets back because she didn’t tell anyone and everyone thought she’d gone missing, sans id and wallet.

Preparing for Parkage Part I; Driving Boots

Okay, as I mentioned in one of my previous posts, I have a job this summer at Grundy Park, working maintenance for the Park.

There are a couple of things that I generally have to have for the job to be open to me (as I said before, most of it was obvious like I

I got a surprising amount of help from the driving instructor...

must be a Canadian resident and suchlike), but it was mainly that I needed to have certain forms filled out before I got there (the acceptance to the job for one, and the staff house I-agree-to-the-rules agreement that they sent to me about a week ago), certified steel-toed work boots, and, oh, my G2 license.

The license that I didn’t get until Tuesday (Mark it, Tuesday June 14, 2011, Doodled93 got her G2 License!)…

No, I wouldn't have let this happen. Don't be a dink, don't drive and drink...

Yay I got my License!

So happy! XD *hugs*

It was only 15 minutes or so, and it was pretty easy. They made me do left and right turns, parallel parking, uphill parking, and a 3-point turn on a road that I could have easily done a U-turn on.

The guys talked more than I thought he would (I thought it would be limited to directions, but he told me [among other things] that I should be less cautious about my turns), but was really nice.

And I passed 😀

Don’t worry, despite the picture I don’t drive drunk, I’m underage…. But when I’m 19, ho ho, look out world…

Joking! Don’t arrest me!

Ahem.

Yay for that it of stressfullness being gone.

So I’ve been born and raised in Canada, I have filled out and sent the forms, I got my License, and from last summer I have my certified steel-toed boots!

Yay!

But wait, what does it mean to have Certified Steel-Toed boots?

The Green Triangle of Certified-ness

Besides the fact that you can drop heavy things on your toes when wearing them without worry of injury, your steel-toed boots are certified if they have a little green triangle on the side of them.

Yeah, it’s that simple.

My boots do not look like my sample picture though. Well, they have the little green patch, but they aren’t brown, and they’re entirely leather. And dirty.

We (my sisters and I) wore our boots to this huge dog walk thing out in the woods, and it was rainy and wet (MUD) when we went out.

My boots were kind of scuffed up as well…

So Dad brought out his dad’s old shoe-polishing kit, gave me some saddle soap, and told me to wash the boots (including Lexy and Emma’s).

Well…

Of course I hadn’t even thought about taking pictures of the before they were cleaned, and only of the next stage, but whatever.

The bottom one is what you use to put and rub in the polish, you just dab it into the polish and rub like a fiend. the top brush is what you use to make it shiny and cool looking. You rub it over the polish after t's dried to take off the excess.

Hot water and a cloth took off the worst of the dirt, and then using that cloth on the saddle soap took off a

This is a slightly blurry picture of the polish (not people from Poland!)

great deal more, and quickly dunking the boots into the bucket of slightly+ murky water took off the saddle soap.

And then we waited for them to dry.

A couple of hours later Dad gave me two long brushes, and this odd-looking jar of what liked to me like someone had scraped off all the dark sticky stuff from a grill and stuck it into a jar. It wasn’t, in case that wasn’t obvious. It was a jar of Polish. (not people)

He showed me how to do my own boots by demonstrating on the grayish looking scuff on the toe, and mumbo presto the scuff was gone!

This is the after picture, of my pretty unscuffed (looking) boots!

Hah, Microsoft Word hasn’t underlined mumbo presto in red. (wp did though)

Yes… because I am right! It’s gone!

Bwahaha!

 Yes, yes, First Mine and Lexy’s boots, Next THE WORLD!

EVERYTHING SHALL BE POLISHED!

 Not really, that would use up all fo Dads polish…

Moving on.

I did the little that was to do on my own boots (they had one summers wear on them) and moved onto the colossal task that was Lexy’s boots (which had TWO summers + Construction site use + More regular use).

Had to unlace the boots to get at every part of it....

Sadly we couldn’t find Emma’s boots in order for my newfound ability to polish to be abused more, and the boots that she used on that walk weren’t the right kind of leather and weren’t steel-toed. We really need to find them… You don’t realise it untill you have to find it, but Size 5 Steel-toed boots are hard to come by.

I didn’t have to do it for mine, but her boots tongue had to be done as well, so I had to take out her old, taped-at-the-end laces too.

 Her boots took a significantly longer time to polish up…

And she wasn’t around when I was polishing Boots, so I was worried that she’d get home and tell me that she REALLY DIDN”T WANT TO HAVE HER BOOTS POLISHED, and that Dad was wrong in saying that it’s be a NICE surprise for her.

Was honestly worried about that, yeah.

Thought that her boots were almost like this from the beginning, and that she would be upset at me for changing their look… untill she came home, seemed pleasantly surprised, and I remembered that no, she didn’t buy the boots looking like this, they were just well used and haven’t been polished for 5-6 years.

This is the difference before and after I finished using the polish on Lexy's boots... Left= Done, Right= Not Done

There was definitely a bit of stress for those few minutes of I-haven’t-finished-polishing-these-and-she-isn’t-home-yet…

So I scrubbed and polished untill I was done, noticing that this was much easier on my back than scrubbing the dirt off of them was, and had a nice time outside talking with Dad while I worked.

Still scuffed, but now pretty 🙂

It’s interesting to see that, though I’m polishing them and making them look all (kinda) new and shiny, you can still see that they’re scuffed. Well, that seems kind of obvious, but from far away they just look mildly used, rather than constantly used like Lexy’s boots have been.

And then they were done.

My boots (left) and Lexy's boots (right), looking all prim and polished...

Now I just have to finish spraying the boots with this suff that’ll make the leather a bit more water proof, and i’ll be done prepping my boots for the summer! I still ended up taking my laces out to spray them down, and after another coat of the stuff I’ll put them back in.

Yay for Part 1 done!

Job vs. Graduation Day…

Job vs. Graduation Day…

Hey guys, so this is something that I’ve been meaning to write about for a while, but never actually got around to. But, I figured that it’d be good to get this over with BEFORE I actually head out…

My school seems to get everything done a bit earlier than a couple of my friends from other parts of Ontario.

I have already had Prom (May 26, which was really fun btw, and I will possibly post pics, but maybe not), and they have theirs on varying dates between June 10th and June 26th.

My Graduation date is on June 28th.

I don’t actually know when their grad day is, but I’m assuming it’s after Prom… unless other schools have their prom after grad…

Does anyone know this?

Bah…

Back to this.

I happen to have (at the moment) about 5 more days of actual school left , then Exams (or Exam for me, since Art has no real exams and I only have English this semester… SCORE FOR ME!), then I get to go to my job up at GrundyLake…

Oh, I didn’t mention that?

Yes, I GOT A JOB.

XD

Geeze.

But wait, some of you may be wondering about a slight jump in the course of events.

You may be wondering about why I even mentioned the early-ness of my school and their planning of things too…

You may even be wondering what, exactly, I jumped, since I’m just so smooth in my writing that you had to scroll up to figure out what exactly I missed…

Well, Yes, in a way I jumped something, I mentioned the early-ness because I wish it was earlier, and if you had scrolled up and actually checked out the title of this, then you already know what I jumped, and if I was actually that great of a smooth writer I wouldn’t be writing this during my second period spare while avoiding looking over an English assignment that I’m handing in tomorrow. (note; already handed it in)

Well, I’m not going to Graduation Day.

See? Smoothness…

Nope, I’m not going to graduation, because it directly interferes with my job…

See, graduation is, as I said before, on June 28th.

Lack of graduation ceremony surprisingly isn't that big of a loss...

My first official day of work at GrundyLakeprovincial Park is on the 28th.

Training is the day before that, and I’m driving the 4 hours to get there the day before that.

Sux.

But, it’s a choice between a $10+/hr wage for 2 months, and $100 to go to a boring Graduation ceremony.

Though many of you are probably frowning a bit and thinking that Graduation Day is an important day in my life, and that I don’t necessarily KNOW that the ceremony will be boring… well, I have two older sisters. (Lexy and Emma/Peanut)

Both of them went to my school (hah, nearly wrote the name there XD Almost fail).

Both of them graduated (yay for them).

I ha to go to both of their graduation ceremonies (…).

I had to listen with growing numbness as their principles (also my current principle) droned with ‘um’s, ‘and/the/other-word-like-this eh’s in between the same speech.

I’m pretty certain that I’m not going to be missing out too much on a special experience… in about 4 or so years I’m going to be graduating again.

I’ll get the experience then, okay?

*sigh* sorry if this sounds a bit antagonizing, but I’ve been hearing people offer possible solutions for the past month (like May, not June, since it’s the 2nd :D) on how, exactly I could get to work and go to grad…

Too much…

It’s kind of bringing down the excitement of having a friggin job! I don’t want it to go away!

I signed up for as many jobs with the provincial parks as possible, with the hope of possibly getting a job with some park that has staff housing (so that I don’t have to rent out some place or something), with the hope of getting some cash for the next year while at Ottawa U (there will be a post on this in the future)…

There is a site that always takes me forever to get to that has all of the MNR (ministry of Natural Resources) jobs currently available, and I sent out modified applications, Cover pages, and resumes, enough that it cost me a little more than $8 to send them…

Ugh, I don’t know which was worse, applications for University or applications for Jobs…

But it was great! Not the application part, but the part where I got an e-mail almost immediately asking to set up a phone-interview on x date at x:xx time! How awesome is that? And then to get another phone interview set up for before that too! Awesome I tell you!

The second place that contacted me HAD contacted me by e-mail too, but not with the time of the interview. So when they did call, asking when I would like to set up an interview, I was out on a driving lesson (yes, it makes sure the insurance goes down, alright?), and had to call them back.

I had thought that they had called about actually having the interview, and thought it was kind of weird that they would just call…

Were they testing me or something? Seeing if I would be waiting by the phone for someone to call me (possibly even for a job)? Weird policy if you ask me…

But no, they were calling to set up the interview date, but I was already pumped and ready for the interview (had my cover letter and resume in front of me so I didn’t forget anything), so I said that I’d be willing to do the interview now if they wanted… you’re okay with doing it right now? Awesome…

So the Lady went to get the papers that she needed to fill out during the interview (remember, she was only calling to confirm when a phone interview would be, not really expecting me to say “sure, how about now?”), and I had a mild freak out when Mom wouldn’t leave the room that I was going to stay in for the interview…

This is the stare of I'm-about-to-tell-you-something-even-though-you're-doing-something-important-because-I-Think-this-is-important-TOO! (also I haz Hamburger behind where you're sitting) I Do not appreciate it at this time, though it being on a cat's face makes it less bad 😀

What? Why?

Well, how would you feel about your Mom, or Dad for that matter, was going to go with you to your first real interview, and watch you.

And probably make faces when they think you said something you shouldn’t.

And probably try to mouth/stage whisper things too you that they think you’ve forgotten.

Yeah… NO.

Anyway, she asked me some kind of obvious questions, but it’s apparently part of protocol, so I can’t exactly complain.

The Symbol of the Ontario Rangers.. *sniff* god I miss rangers... I MISS YOU GUYS! McCREIGHT'S RULES!

“Are you a Canadian citizen?”           Yes

“Were you born inCanada?”               Yes

“Where do you live?”                             ____,Ontario

Things like that, which she admitted herself was kind of obvious since I did the Rangers Program…

What is that you may ask?

This was not in my job description... kind of sadly... but if it was I'd be the one in the back that's like "STOP THE SPANDEX-EY MADNESS!"

The Ontario Rangers Program is a program (yes…), that, if you live in Ontario (yep…), and are either 16 or 17 the year you sign up, means you will be a ranger (GO GO POWER RANGERS!!!… no) for the summer.

What I mean by 16 or 17 is that if you are turning 17 the year that you are signing up, you will be able to participate.

Both of my sisters have done the program (yeah, if you’re the youngest you don’t really get to do something that’s all around original…), and last summer (well, more like last winter/fall) I signed up for it as well.

The program lets you have experience in acting as a park ranger.

If you’ve been camping before, and even if you haven’t, they’re the people who clean up your fire pits, clear the trails and keep them from becoming overgrown, the ones who plant trees, the ones who show you to your camp site, all that great stuff.

Ranger Smith gets the cool job of playing with bears... we just learned Bear Safety...

A good example would be the ranger guy from the Yogi Bear series…

We didn’t have to wear the hats though…

We did a variety of things every week;

Clearing trails, painting railings, painting our bunk house, planting trees at a water cleaning plant, checking water levels and temperatures at a variety of different lakes, and a cool time looking for (and documenting) Peregrine Falcon Nesting sites…

Did you know that when you’re looking for places where birds are nesting, you don’t look for their nests so much as for huge, upside down triangles of white that show up below them?

Yeah…

If you’re from south Ontario they send you north, if you’re northern they send you south, and it’s for residents of Ontario.

So the question about where I live and whatnot was a bit silly.

But yeah, had the interview with the Lady, was reiterating a LOT about what I did in Rangers, used a lot of what I already had on my Resume (which was right in front of me), answered some questions about what I’m like in a group…

NOTE!: Please recognize that in any interview, instead of harping on and on about things that YOU have done, talk about what you accomplished in and with your group. You will likely be working with a whole slew of other people (and not just in a park program either), and if you go on and on and on about how great at everything YOU are, and don’t mention anything that even hints at being able to work in a group, you will be less likely to get the job. The Lady asked me if I prefer working in a group or alone, and I answered “I like working in a group. I feel like we can get a lot more done, more efficiently, when working in a group.” She said that that was good because I’d be working primarily in groups.

We finished up the interview, and she said that she’d get back to me at a later date about whether or not I’d get the job.

The next day (two days before the first people to get in contact with me had set the phone interview for) the Lady called me back and asked me if I would be willing to accept a job at Grundy Lake Provincial Park.

O_O

I was quiet for a while, and Mom (who was right in front of me), asked me what was wrong. She looked really concerned, actually…

Lady: “Hello? Do you want to think about it first?”

Me: “No! I mean—Yes I would like to work at Grundy!”

There was like a moment of silence in my house’s kitchen, and then low murmurs of congratulations (because we don’t want the

Me, with phone covered by hand... I wonder why Mom looked worried...

employer to think that we’re impolite and take away the job, now do we?), and that was that.

I e-mailed the 1st people to contact me, and told them that I’d accepted a job already because it was closer than their park was, and Thank you for considering my application.

Yesterday I got another call for an interview, from a place that has Viking drawings, near Peterborough (can’t remember the place’s name right now… FAIL)… PETROGLYPHS! That’s it! BWAHAHA!

I called the number they left and left them a message saying a polite “thanks, but I already accepted a job”… did I mention though that this is a place that was even more interested when my mom (who was, for some reason talking to them again the morning after I left the denial message… guess they called again?) mentioned that I was going to be going to UoO for Fine Arts, and has actually encouraged me to resubmit my resume next year and then call the same number that they already gave to get the job.

HOW AWESOME IS THAT!!???!!

Fun times with jobs, especially ones that will be good for my wanting to be paid to go camping bits, as well as my wanting to have a job that relates even distantly to my major bits.

FUN!!!!!

But still, all of those places that I signed up for will probably call or e-mail to say yea (and when would you like to have an interview—which I will have to decline) or nay (which would make me sad regardless of the fact that I already have a job)…

Again, fun…

Ciao for now!

~Doodled93~

P.S. I didn’t add any links to anything, just went with the suggested links to add… have fun with them 😀