Moving Out

So some people came up to me one night while I was standing in their kitchen and offered to have me stay at their house during the month of July. I thought that seemed slightly silly, as why would I live somewhere, for free, when I'm currently living somewhere else, in the same city, also for free. Regardless, them being friends and leaving on a motorcycle/camping trip for a month, I said I'd think about it.

After presenting it to my parents, who had slight hesistations, I decided that moving out would be a terrific thing to do, for the following reason(s): why not?

With that in mind, I announce to you that yes, I will in fact be moving out of my humble basement hole to a much larger house with a media room. So, if you want to come over and watch sattelite tv with me, you are more than welcome. I guess this means that my mother will no longer offer to feed me when I come home from work, but I guess this also means that I finally will have the weight of responsibly back upon my shoulders.

While living at college, you get used to having to be responsible for your own actions. Now, it doesn't matter. I don't have to clean anything, it will be cleaned by someone else. I don't have to pick anything up, someone else will. I don't have to worry about what time I gotta be at work, or what time I'll be home. I don't have to worry, or be responsible, for anything while living here. I have a safety net. Strangely enough, I hate that. I need to be responsible for my actions to mean anything. Otherwise I live in this daze of nothingness, where things happen or they don't, and either way I'll be fed and warm at the end of the night.

Speaking of warm, it's gotten terribly hot here in Kelowna. We live in a conventional oven, and everyone keeps rubbing butter over themselves. The air smells like slow-cooked human. It's gross.

Also, to keep you amused as you finish this blog, let me attach one photo that I took the night after I watched Superman Returns, I think. I was sitting in the parking lot of Denny's, wondering if others were coming to discuss the movie as they said they would. No one was there yet, so I was perplexed. Eventually I went to check inside, and I saw a sign that said the kitchen was closed for the night. Depressed, I left, alone. But not before I took this picture.

New Camera = New Video

And here, I present to you, my first video with my new camera. The Canon A610.

The Gong Was Struck

Today my father announced his resignation from Kelowna Gospel Fellowship. As of September 30, 2006, my dad will no longer be their senior pastor. That will be the end of the 17 and a half, almost 18 years of ministry at the church.

I knew it was coming, long time, but most people didn't. It shocked a lot of people, they don't know what to think. Some people are mad, they feel betrayed. Others are confused, most, hopefully, will accept it regardless if they like it or not. I doubt many, if any, will like it.

My dad's going to take a break. He's going to rest, relax, and study. Finish his masters. This wasn't an easy decision. He loves KGF, and KGF loves him. But God said go, so he's going. Where? We don't know. Are we moving? Don't know. Where are we going to end up? Don't know.

But we're going.

I Want A 17 Megascreen Digital Camera

Cashier

So yesterday morning, at 7AM, I started being trained to be a cashier for Costco. Rather hectic. We were given these "manuals". 70 pages of what buttons to press for what, the theory behind the button pressing, and other philosphical information regarding the process of being a cashier. I was the only person to actually read the whole thing. Our training was lead by a person who had never done training before, and that was probably for good reason. She's not a teacher.

Anyways, after three hours of being told to do so much paperwork that we won't get accused of stealing $1500 and subsequently fired, we started actually cashing. It was difficult at first, to find the rhythm of the thing.

Need their Costco membership card. Scan the card. Scan the items. If some are for resell or tax exempt, press the resale button once to turn it on, and again to turn it off. If you have to do this, must fill out blue form. Payment in either cash, debit, or American Express. All three methods of payment require different actions from myself. Don't forget to give them their receit (which they need to get out the door) and their Costco card back.

Meanwhile, be sure to engage the member properly, greet them nicely, and make sure they're not scamming us with someone else's Costco card or credit card.

It's hard to get the rhythm of all that down, and process a member per minute. The "MPH" might suffer otherwise. Members per hour. Gotta keep it up or else the head office will call and say "wtf, warehouse #59?", and that we certainly don't want.

So I ended up cashing for about half an hour before they pulled me to let someone faster take over things. That happened three times that day, so about 1.5 hours of cashing experience. Knowing Costco, I'll be on my own today, cashing with only a seasonal as a packer. Meaning - screwed.

Oh boy.

This'll be fun.

Do You Ever...

Catch yourself telling a story that you know isn't funny, or amusing, but you tell it anyways? I have a few stories that, whenver reminded, I tell because I feel the need to. Whether it's simply force of habit by now, or if it's because I'm trying to convince myself that it really IS cool, I don't know. I just tell it anyways, watch the bored/disinterested response with no surprise, and move on. Yet I don't stop. Do you?

One story I tell is such:

One summer, my mentor Graham was working at Gardom Lake Bible Camp. He had just finished a semester of school at CBC. While at CBC, Graham got into the habit of saying "Oh sorry, I'm just drunk" as an excuse whenever he screwed up, made a mistake, etc. Sadly, this transfered over to Graham's campers, and he'd sometimes tell his 8 year old friends that he was drunk before he caught himself.

Personally, I find this amusing. Others, however, do not.

Please, tell me your lame stories that nobody is amused by. Perhaps this will be the last retelling.