That’s what I have been doing since last week.

While Cheryl, Steve’s mama, is on her England/Scotland adventure I’m in the office answering the phone and taking reservations, along with my regular communications duties. Playing secretary is best kind though.. sitting in the office looking at the nice weather sucks, but I’ve worked the job before at my parent’s old campground. I was basically trained from a young age to take people’s personal information and tell them what they get in exchange. Then, it was a campsite and maybe some firewood — now it’s tickets and maybe some dinner. Either way, the job is basically the same. Nudding to it.

I answer phones

Just then a lady from Australia called and asked me a boat load of questions about the fest and our dinner shows — her and a group of others are coming. She had such a cool accent. Accents are something that I really, really love. They’re so interesting to listen to and I never consider the fact that I have one myself.. I guess no one really considers that fact until you have to, and by have to I mean put in a situation where it becomes very evident that, yes, you indeed have an accent. That’s only happened to me a few times though — usually it’s more subtle like someone at school (in NB) would call me out for saying a word differently.. apparently I drag out A’s when they’re in words…who knew.

Sometimes I wear sunglasses when I answer phones.

I think it would be pretty cool (and if all goes well this will happen) if I move to a place where Newfie-speak is so foreign people will ask me where I’m from. I like being asked that question when I’m away…gives me an excuse to rant and roar about how lovely a place I come from…that, and being asked “where are you from, anyway?” is usually the beginning of a good conversation — opens up the opportunity for me to ask them questions about where they’re from followed by anecdotes and the like.

I like having conversations if you haven’t guessed. I need to find someone who likes to talk as much as me so we can balance one another out. Now there’s a task.

Life in Gander has been flying on past. I Still never know what day it is, or how far into July we are… we’re still on July right? It’s finally summer as far as the weather goes and the girls of 208, like Kayla said in her last blog, went to the beach on our day off. We should have gone much earlier, but being as indecisive as we all are, we didn’t decide on anything until after 4 in the evening. But once that decision was made, we all suited up, grabbed towels, and ran out the door within 5 minutes. The water was pretty cold but once you got used to it, it was amazing. Four of the five of us did the run-and-jump scenario several times trying to get a picture.. I guess one downside of having dreads is fussing with them when they get wet, so Sarah was the photographer and chief fire-maker for the trip. She’s a damn good fire maker, among all other things (Sarah is a Wizard).

Anyhow its taken me a long time to write this blog (which appears to be about nothing in particular). In between the phone, the door, and talking to people blog writing gets paused a lot. So this me wrapping it up.

g’bye