Day 1

If someone stumbles across me writing this, that would be funny because I'm actually just writing it on here cause I forgot to put word on my computer and I assume after 2 years, when I only ever wrote 3 blogs, no one will ever discover this who will give a damn. If you do though, you should let me know in case I intend on saying mean things about you...

Here I am on my first day at activist camp.

Funny thing is I met the two other people I would be working along side (they seem very nice) and we went and watched the most mainstream, worst movie ever. I am not criticizing it, I actually like watching a mind numbingly bad movie every once and a while, and it diverted my attention from my homesickness. But this was bad. Yes it made me laugh. But it was bad. Easy A. It made fun of Christianity in a pretty bad way. I'm ok with humour, quite ok, and it really didn't offend me, I'm tough, but if you're going to make fun of something at least make it funny. It was funny that we were three members of Christian Peacemaker Teams watching it in theatres.

On another note, we went for a march, with some locals who created a peace rally and I had some interesting thoughts. I'm all for evangelism, and sharing the good news of Christ because I believe in his message, though I'm still not sure exactly how religions and truth all works. I know there's truth I just don't know the details. All this to say, the organizers of this talked about peace and how when they pass someone in need, or when they want things to be more peaceful in the world they concentrate and how they receive their good will. They say nice things quietly and hope this will make the world a better place. I have a hard time telling people "you need God" as I myself "have God" and I certainly have questions and don't understand and don't have everything together. But in this point it seems like these women need a God that will hear them and change things rather than just wishing them. They deserve to know they are heard and there is more power than just wishing. And it seems to me like God has put those wishes on their hearts for a reason, and God wants them to be that change they wish to see. I dunno, so many thoughts, such little ability to articulate verbally.

I'm contemplating writing a blog.

sometimes I want to shave my hair off and move to Africa.

So, my boss probably hates me. I'm the root of all pain in his job. As i mentioned before I dropped a scraper off a 20 foot ladder on his hand on the first day, and today he closed the ladder on his finger and I stood there staring at him cause i didn't realize anything happened... He was silent for quite a while, then there came the "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.... EXTEND IT!" He's usually really mild mannered, so I imagine this must have hurt alot.

My coworker is a bit of a prick; today he made another painter drive him to McDonalds to get him lunch and he came back and started talking about the girl working there. He first explained that "she's a hoe". Nobody asked why because nobody cared, (I pretended I couldn't hear him as I often do) but he decided to proceed anyways. "Party, enough said" silence. "you know what I mean right Kyle?" "yeah i know whay you mean" silence. Then later, "Kyle you should tell her about that girl we saw at Micky Dee's" Kyle obviously doesn't know what to say about that but thank goodness Sheldon took care of that and didn't actually hold kyle to explaining the story. He then when on about how he woke up next to her so inconclusion she was a ho and apparently he had slept with her. So I said, I guess that makes you a ho to... Cause really, why should just the girl be called a ho when really they were both ho-ing around...


But it was a good day. I lifted heavy things, I was impressed with myself. I don't think anyone else was, but I can live with only my own self-satisfaction...

Also, I'm angry that no one is dressing like a pirate for the pirate wedding, ooooohh the anger is rising...

Flakes and Ladders

Hello blogging world. I greet you with fear of being entirely sucked, but mostly a sceptical perspective that my blog-life will not be long. So in other words, I probably don't have enough committment for a full-fledged blogarific blog.



I started work yesterday as a pro painter. No experience, but I'm officially already a "college pro" painter. It's not an interesting story so I don't understand why i'm blogging about it, but this is what people do right? oh you know, I scraped flakes from walls, I redid putty, I caulked, and I primed. No I didn't actually paint. I also gracefully dropped my scraper off the ladder and onto my bosses hand.



Yesterday was my first day up on the ladders and it was the windiest day in the history of the world. At one point I left my ladder up while going to relieve myself and came back all satisfied, only to see a not-so-satisfied-bosses-wife sitting on my ladder, she had rescued it as it had blown over in the wind...



The first time I got onto the 20 foot ladder mike, my boss says to me, he says "Melanie, How do you feel up there?" Here I am, blowing in the wind, twenty feet in the air, scared as poo (poo must be awfully scared when it comes from its warm natural habitat to a cold uncertain wet tank) and I yell back enthusiastically "good!". I don't know why. So later, I finally finish scraping and priming the windows, and move to actually paint a window on ground level, which by the way, is glorious. Feet on two ground, no scraping, no sanding... mikes wife moves to ladder duty to scrape sand and prime the soffats. and a couple of brush strokes in she freaks out, so mel is asked, "mel can you do this?" of course I can... So back up I go, however, soffats are the worst of all because you have to use both hands Above your head, (it's the bottom of the overhang of the roof) yeah anyways long boring story shortly less long, I didn't like it, yet once again lied and said I was fine.



They also expect me to carry 30 foot ladders. I don't think they understand that I'm just not that strong, I don't know what I have to do to prove that to them... At 5 when I had already been there for 9 hours Mike asks me I want to stay and finish the soffats, no I don't, but I say ok cause he says it would take a few minutes, yet 2 hours later...

Anyways, I'm trying to figure out what to do for the entire summer cause I never planned on painting all summer. I'm thinking of counselling at LBE for a while, or continuing to search for a job at a shelter... anywho, I'd really appreciate some prayer about that as I would like to end up in the right place. Now next time that something actually interesting happens in my life i'll try to bloggerooony it.