Okay, so yesterday and the day before I worked on the docks. I HAVE GROWN TO LOVE WORKING ON THE DOCKS. Even though when it is busy, I want to die, when it is not (like in the evenings, which is when I was working these last two days) it is great. The skippers are SO. NICE.

And funny. Sometimes listening to the radio makes me kill myself laughing (then all the customers look at me weird). Like yesterday, Arnie introduced himself over the radio as Michael Phelps, and I was all "what?" and then Jeanie (who is another dock staff, and also Arnie's wife, and wasn't actually working, but was on a run and came by to say 'hi') told me it was because he fell in the water at Fisherman's Wharf.

Anyways, there's this skipper Gus who is a really funny, really charismatic guy. Apparently it's become tradition for us to get hot chocolates (which is the best kind of tradition.)

AND THEN THE GREATEST THING. Okay, James. He's the most amazing man in the world. He's about 70, but he's such a little kid, really. And he always tells me about how he and his wife were out dancing until 2 in the morning. (Then I go, "Jesus Christ, I'm 17 and I went to bed at 9 last night!" and feel a little lame.) He's also the sweetest man ever. He always gives me a hug when I start work. And he has the coolest Irish accent, and calls me 'dearie' which makes me laugh.

So yesterday, when he had finished his last tour, I helped him tie up his boat, and he says "I've got something for you." This kind of baffles me. Occasionally one of the shuttle skippers will bring the dock staff a drink or a milkshake or something if they don't have any passengers (because they just kind of go everywhere and pick people up where they need to. They don't have a set route, so they can do milkshake runs.) But James had an actual tour to do, with plenty of passengers. So I was all "bluh?" Then he pulls something out of his pocket, and tells me "I'm done for the season now," then he grabs my hand and puts the whatever-it-is in it, and I realise it's money, and he says, "This is my tips for the day." Then gives me a hug.

WHAT?

I counted it later. He gave me $30. And only because it was his last day! It wasn't even a 'oh it's your last shift, goodbye!' present for me. It was him giving me his last tips.

WHAT?

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I don't even get it. He's too nice.

I am practically crying there is so much stuff here that I want.

What kills me most is that I can technically afford to get everything I want.

This is the worst thing about having a job. I have access to money that I CANNOT ACTUALLY SPEND BECAUSE REALLY I WOULD RATHER BACKPACK AROUND EUROPE THAN HAVE LOTS OF WICKED CLOTHES BUT IT'S TOTALLY HARD TO REMEMBER THAT RIGHT NOW.

jdifbhjrn why do I have to be so materialistic I hate my life.

GUYS I HAVE INTERNET FAME.

AAH.

I DON'T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE THIS INFORMATION, IT IS CRAZY.

It's not even that impressive, but it was so unexpected that... BLAHGSFHG

Okay.

So on facebook I've been posting these notes that are... like a few things I post here.

EXAMPLES: 1, 2, and a few other things in the same vein.

I don't really know why I even posted the Word thing (which was the first one) to start with, but I did, and my friends got a kick out of it. So I've posted, like, four more(?) since then.

Apparently they're SUPER HYSTERICAL or whatever, and Candace showed her boyfriend Karl, who absolutely killed himself laughing, and then Karl showed all his friends, and it kind of snowballed into being this ridiculously popular thing in Shawnigan (the area where Karl lives).

Like, at Karl's birthday party, some random guy came up to Candace and was like, "OMG ARE YOU THE FRIEND OF THAT GIRL ZOE WHO WRITES THE NOTES?!" and she was like "...yes?!" and he was like "HOLY SHIT THAT'S COOL! WHAT'S SHE LIKE IN REAL LIFE?" and all this other random stuff.

I AM WEIRDED OUT.

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THERE ARE TOTALLY KIDS IN MY FRONT YARD STEALING MY PLUMS.

We have this massive plum tree, yeah? And these three 12-ish year olds are just taking them! And they're totally prepared too. Two have a big sheet and one of them climbed up to shake the plums off.

I kind of want to, like, put on a scary mask and dress up and open the door and scream at them.

...But we have a shitload of plums that no one's going to eat, so I guess I'll let it slide.