I Think He Is Daft Also, But We Already Knew That.

Hey
I looked at the clock to tell you what time it is and it says 5:23 again. It is now Sunday; it has been a full day since I last spoke to you. Let me tell you what transpire in that day.

When we arrived at KL it was still dark and there were only two other people there. We set up, did the normal thing; I went around and put creamers on the table but one had leaked into the bag and my hand was very wet, cold and white. It wasn't until 8 the youth group showed up; right on time but far too late for me. I had been there two hours and the only thing anyone had said to me was "Will you put out the salt and pepper?" Borad (?) out of my mind.

When they finally arrived I nearly hugged them, and I told them the bit about no one talking to me. We all ate breakfast and AR and DF (I've decided to use both initials to lessen the confusion. All you need to know is that T, Q, B, and K is my bro, sis, mom, and dad, though for mom and dad I will probably say it is so. They will remain last-name-less) went and ran the dishwasher and everybody else set tables. There was another youth group there also, though I wouldn't call them a youth group exactly. They looked like they were in uni, though I always was bad at guessing ages. Anyway, the other youth group was busing tables while ours was setting them. Needless to say, setting is the best job, but, for some reason, the other group got first dibs and chose busing. I am wondering if they are daft.

I went to work at the desk where we sell raffle tickets. There are two desks; the front desk, which the KL staff run, selling tickets to the breakfast and also to the other activites, and then the desk, with the raffle tickets. Basically all you have to do is sit there and offer 50/50 tickets to people who walk by. Easy-smeeshy. I offered it first (there are always two at the table, whether for companies sake or to make sure one doesn't nick the goods, I'm not sure) to anyone who was good with math; I am in the advanced class and I can to algebra, but I cannot do simple addition or subtraction. AR said that he was terrible at it, but I think he just didn't want to spend the day listening to some incesint chatterbox, and also, he is a boy, and boys have this urge to actually do work. I mean, the good ones do. They don't feel as though they are working unless something aches by the end of the day. I am that way to, but not so much as I would pass up an awesome job. I think he may be daft also, but we already knew that. He offered it to AA and she said she hated math, but then I explained what she was denying and she nearly fought off anyone who said they wanted the job. I love AA.

After we finished eating we went and sat at the table. For 4 and 1/2 hours. Well, AA sat there longer, but I had to leave. I think that, all in all, we consumed, between us: 2 water bottles, 2 cans of Pepsi, 2 peices of pie (Except CG ate half of mine) and 3 peices of toast. Not too bad.

So we spent those 4 and 1/2 hours talking, treasing CG, being silly, singing along with the live, historic music, and selling the occaisonal ticket.

I must go and do it all over again, though I had really hoped to get my entire day in. I guess I'll just write when I get home tonight, as I won't be as late.

Smiles.
J