Hanging around.

I hate being bored.
It doesn't happen too often. I can usually find some way to amuse myself. When I had 18 hour travel days in Europe, I never got this bored. I think the problem now is boredom + home-sickness + lots of loneliness.
Deadly combination.
I've decided I'm done with this job after January 27th, when my contract is up.
::Pause.
What's this? Napoleon Dynomite is hosting SNL? WEIRD!
And why is his hair big, girly and wig-like?
>>Play
What was I saying?
Right. January 27th. Done.
I haven't told the bosses yet, though.
I know how it works with this company. People end up staying for 15 or 20 years and if they work their way through the ranks, they buy stores and become franchisees, and make money off of it when they retire.
This is not what I want.
I'm not content with this job, and I don't want to stay here just because the money is so good. I don't want to fear risk. I don't want to hide behind someone else's name forever.
The good thing about this whole experience, though, is that I found out that Tim Hortons stores in Canada are not nearly as perfect as the Canadians wanted us to think. They are beat up and dirty and generally have very average customer service. Fortunately, average for Tim Hortons is still pretty good.
It just made me feel better. They were all boasting about the perfection of Tim Hortons for so long, it felt good to know they weren't.
We all know how much I hate perfection...