Mmm. I love the post-shower cleanliness feeling that you get in the summer after a long day at work. Today is Day 12 of 13, so I am moderately crusty as a result. Work has been, as always, stupid busy because of World Youth Day. Funny story: Thursday we were open late to accomodate a huge group (500-600) of pilgrims late. So they get there, it's fine, some of them have guitars and stuff. Which is pretty cool, there's been some really neat music on site over the last few weeks. One of the pilgrims comes up to Robostone and asks if it's okay for a group of them to sit on the grass and play. So we're all watching, thinking it's going to be 'kumbaya' or a south korean christian song of some sort, and what do the kids play? Stairway to Heaven. It was the funniest thing ever. (And yes, I did want to break out the 'No Stairway' sign.)

I went to Barrie with Mike last night and bought a new dress. It's white with pink flowers, and not a standard Rhiannon-dress, but it's apparently wedding appropriate. We also went out for coffee with a few of his friends, which was moderately fun. It would've been more fun except all they did was talk about paintball misadventures, since that's what they were going to do, Mike included. I want to go to paintball. why do I always have to work?

I wish I had more to write but today was a relatively mundane day. Work is becoming more and more of a chore as I lose more and more respect for my co-workers and my superiors. Yesterday about 20 or so bishops and cardinals and such from the Pope's entourage came to Ste. Marie to visit the site, and I was in the church so I got to see all of them. We had all these 'undercover' police officers who weren't really so undercover at all, because who wears a business suit to visit a historic site? I mean really.

I'm bloody sick of World Youth Day and people who are quite concerned with my lack of Catholicism. I just want to not work. That's all I'm asking.

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