Hot Dogs and Cold Nights

Disclaimer: This post is from the archives, and may not represent the current views of the author. It also may not be at all interesting to read. Continue at your own peril!

I’ve been trying to think of how to start off today’s entry for about five minutes now, and I keep getting distracted by various things. Suddenly I’ll remember something to do, so I’ll run and do it, then come back and still face a blank screen. But, as my English teacher always taught me, if you can’t think of how to start off a journal entry, start it off by saying that you don’t know how to start it off. Honestly, it works wonders, because I’ve now written an entire paragraph about the subject and haven’t even said anything. Of course, since I could write pages and pages and not say anything, I guess I should be used to it by now.

Last night was pretty interesting and quite fun as well. I picked Jordan up and we drove over to the church. There we met other people, and then followed them to the post office to hand out hot dogs and such. Why Not? City Missions does it every Thursday, and they were glad for the help. I was pouring coffee, Jordan was pouring juice, and Julie was the cup girl who would hand us cups as needed. It was actually quite a good system. The night was going fairly well, and we were having a lot of fun, just joking around and talking to the people there. The stupid thing is that generally people think of the homeless as just that – homeless. They’re not real people; they’re just jobless bums who live off welfare cheques. But that’s not what they’re like at all. They’re people, just like anyone else. If circumstances were different for me, I could be one of the people out there, and while that was a slightly scary thought, it also helped me see that homeless people are people that just happen to be without a home. They’re still people, and they still have the same needs, desires, and passions as anyone else. They also have a sense of humour, and so we had a good time just talking with different people as they came to get drinks. One guy came back about five or six times, and we joked around with him. It was great.

The night was going fairly well, and then something happened that just shocked me. Catlin showed up. Now, Catlin was in CBA, in the same grade as me, for about five or six years I think. We then went separate ways in high school, and I haven’t seen him since. I’ve heard about things that have happened to him, but never actually seen him. And then there he was. He was actually more than just skin and bones, and his voice apparently finally made the transition from high to low. It was amazing. I didn’t recognize him at all until Jordan asked whether that was him or not. And then I was too shocked to even talk to him. Eventually he came to get juice and we chatted for a bit, but I was amazed. I honestly didn’t know what to say. And I still don’t, so let’s move on.

Eventually I had to leave, since I had to get to work, so I drove Jordan home, and then went home myself. Then it was off to Cineplex for an exciting marquee shift. Actually, it was relatively uninteresting, but it was slightly frustrating and tiring. The main reason that made it frustrating was having to push a cold, metal ladder on a cold, metal shopping cart outside in the cold, dark night. Since I have to be handling plastic letters, I can’t really wear gloves at all, so by the time I was done, my hands were pretty frozen. It was only made worse by the fact that I had to put numbers on the sign as well. They’re slightly larger than the letters, and so they don’t really fit in the track. I have to bend them and then jam them in, or else slide them in from the side. I tried sliding them in last week, and I had a lot of trouble with it, so I decided to try bending them today. Unfortunately, it would have been a lot easier if my hands weren’t freezing. It only made my fingers sore – I got the numbers in eventually, but it took some pain. Plus, when pushing one of them in, one leg of the ladder slipped since the ground is uneven, and so I didn’t want to push anymore for fear that instead of pushing the number in, I’d push myself over. Obviously, that didn’t happen, but it definitely got the blood pumping. That’s what makes these marquee shifts so great – it certainly gets the adrenaline flowing.

The only other thing about last night that was frustrating was the fact that we had three movies leaving the theatre. That meant at lot of moving the letters around and such. Normally we have the same number of movies come in as are leaving, and so it makes the job easy – you can just replace the ones leaving with the ones coming in. But since there were only two movies coming in, that meant having to move one movie title down on the sign to fill in the blank spot. It was annoying. On top of that, with three movies leaving, that meant a lot of letters to carry up and down in the box that I use to transport the letters. It was kind of annoying, being heavier than usual, but oh well. The rest of the night was fairly uneventful, and eventually I got home and went to bed.

Today was boring, and so I’ll skip over it and go straight to talking about tonight. I also have to work tonight, from 8:45-12:15. I’m not sure what’s with the strange hours, since the usual shift is 9-12, but whatever. I’m quite happy right now, because I called up Taylor this afternoon and got him to take my Sunday shift for me. I haven’t worked on a Sunday in so long, and this Sunday night is a service, so I don’t want to have to tell Kyle and the others that I can’t make it to play bass. But Taylor was glad to take the shift, which was awesome. That means that I have Saturday and Sunday off, which is cool. Tomorrow is the Amazing Race event as put on by Central, which should be fun, and then hopefully I can get people together to go see Flight Plan. I really want to see that movie, and it seems that every time I try to get people to go see it, something else happens so that nobody wants to go. It’s frustrating, because I want to see it. I’ve seen bits and pieces of it, and it looks good. Now I just have to fill in the rest. Anyways, tonight, we have Saw 2 playing for the first time, which should be interesting. Part of me wants to go see it just because I’ve seen the first one, and I want to see how it compares, but I know that if I go see it, I’m going to regret it for the rest of my life. It’s just that morbid. But whatever. That’s all for today, so you can stop reading now. Please. Just go away. Shoo! Get out of here!

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