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all done! coming home on the sixth - somebody save me a boureka, liefman's kriekbier, a latte, and your smiling faces.
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[Tuesday
July 22nd, 2008 at
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we had a bushprom earlier - complete with limos contructed from boxes, duct tape dresses, and tiger lily corsages made painstakingly by the boys, who picked flowers on the block instead of planting.
I was commissioned to sing the song for the prom king and queen, who we'd been voting for all week. Me and francois practiced for, like twenty minutes a night, the cheesiest slow dance songwe both knew. "Don't wanna miss a thing" by Aerosmith. so cheesy it's gouda.
when the time came to announce the prom king and queen, they gathered everyone in the meal tent, and I got up there with francois to serenade.
then I got a duct tape crown put on my head and had to serenade myself. What a blast - turns out that, when drunk, an entire camp can channel Steve Tyler.
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[Tuesday
June 24th, 2008 at
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accosted by big bad wolf on the land - they run really, really fast!
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[Monday
June 9th, 2008 at
12:10pm] |
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I just got on the internets for the first time in ten days - and I just found out that I got on the dean's honour roll at york. i wish that it came with a lounge or cookies or something, but it doesan't. I know that I can get more cashmoney from the school, too. wheee!
in other news, i need to turn down the suck at planting. I am seriously sucking. With the planting of very few trees and such. There are easier ways to make minimum wage, that involve fewer rashes.
oh, and while I was rolling up my tent, a bee stung me right on my left boob. It still itches and it's been six days. I didn't roll up my tent til last night, i was so afraid of it. That said, if you want to make a group of frenchmen laugh, run around a hotel lobby in pain yelling about effing bees being the spawn of hell. They enjoyed the performance so much that they gave me beer afterwards.
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| The great goat. buffalo. |
[Wednesday
May 28th, 2008 at
12:27pm] |
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We don't get much for holidays in this job - no canada day, no may 2-4, no weekends. This week, all that changed, because I found out about may 27, when we celebrate the patron animus of planting. The Great Goat.
It's all quite biblical. Back in 1986, a planter was working in Alberta, in a secluded piece. Halfway through the day, he noticed a movement in the corner of his eye. It was a cougar - and it was stalking him. Every time he stopped, the cougar stopped. Every time he moved, the cougar moved. The planter was over two kilometres from the nearest truck, and really didn't stand a chance with the cougar. He tried to back up off of his piece, but the cougar closed in. Panicked, the planter was about to run. (do NOT run from cougars.) Then, suddenly, he heard bleating. In the far corner of his piece, a young mounatin goat was grazing. The cougar noticed, switched gears, and suddenly took out the goat. This gave the planter time enough to reach the road and blow his whistle until help came. Ever since, planters celebrate the sacrifice of that one, great goat.
Also, right now we're working on a block that is hemmed in by aggressive buffalo, who charge whenever you accidentally get in their space. we had a memo about it. It read in large, terrifying letters:
"Do NOT taunt the buffalo. WHATEVER YOU DO."
listen, it's a tough job, not taunting these buffalo.
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| . when you throw a taco into a sausage party. |
[Saturday
May 17th, 2008 at
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I'm the only girl on my crew - we've gotten a couple of replacement, and not another girl in sight. I'm trying to pump estrogen for twelve, here. Anyways, penises have been crudely drawn in the dust on the truck, I can't take off my shirt when I'm working, and the van smells like farts. BushMan farts.
Actually, I dig it overall.
It got super hot this week, though - the guys told me they were "free ballin", so I figured the least I could do was plant in my tank top. I slathered on the sunscreen, but it didn't stop my boobs from escapingtwo inches lower than my sunscreen went - suffice it to say, I look somewhat foolish naked. Like, striped lobster tits.
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| angus bear. |
[Sunday
May 11th, 2008 at
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long hiatus, but treeplanting brings with it the time to post.
this week, a lot of rookies started - and they're afraid of bears. I've heard stories of how they plan to fend them off with their shovels. I haven't the heart to tell the noobs that it probably won't come to that - Apparently, every stick breaking sounds like a bear to greeners.
That's ok, I used to think every stick breaking was a cougar. rawr.
Two days ago, one of our rookies screamed on his land, said he saw a huge black bear. Of course, the crew was on edge for the rest of the day. It was only at 4 pm, an hour before quit, that one of the vets ran into the bear on the back of his land.
It softly mooed and rang its cowbell.
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| straight shooters. |
[Friday
March 28th, 2008 at
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a humbling shift at work - me and the managers had a discussion at the end of the night about recommending me to be a manager next year at the bar. Both had recommended me, and both had had second thoughts.
We talked about my weaknesses - that, when I get angry or stressed, I project negative energy, I take things personally, and generally don't play it cool. Or, at least not as cool as I need to play it. I've lost a job over it - and they're right, too.
guess I'll be staying awake for a while.
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