9am - get in the 3-ton theatre truck with the ATD. She and I were to go into Calgary, stop at two places, pick stuff up, and be back in time to eat at the staff caf before it closes at 1:30pm.
Here's what actually happened.
We arrived early at the theatre, couldn't find the keys.
Wait for the TD to come in, he finds us the spare set. We go out to the truck and find the original set still in the ignition.
The ignition has been on since the truck was last used (by the TD, may I add) about a week ago.
Call Maintenance to get someone to jumpstart it.
Ever tried to jumpstart a 3-ton truck? That took 45 minutes.
So we're finally on our way, and as we're a truck, when we get to the weigh scales, we have to stop. We stop. We roll forward. We roll backward. We get pulled over.
Two bored old men decided they'd have some fun, and talk to the two girls driving a truck, none of those nasty male truck drivers. That takes half an hour.
We get into town, get to our places, pick our crap up, load it in, etc. We were late, they were waiting, but we got it in fast.
We hadn't been planning on stopping for lunch, but now it was about 2, so we stop at the Tim Horton's in Canmore for lunch. We are both craving chili.
They have no chili.
In fact, if you don't want egg salad, well, they have bagels. And stale donuts.
Starting tomorrow, the Canmore Tim's will be run out of a trailer in the parking lot, because of renovations. They will only be serving coffee, so they have been letting their food supplies run out.
There's an Esso right next to the Tim's, so we go to fill up. We realise that there seem to be 2 gas tanks on this thing. We conclude that they must be joined some how, and start filling the passenger side one. It takes $115 of gas.
She pulls the Esso card out of the little book that stays in the truck (there's also a Petrocan and a Shell card. There's also a Petrocan across from the Esso we're at).
She comes back. The Esso card expired in December. Luckily she has enough on her Visa for the gas.
We get back at about 3:45, without hitting any deer, which we decided was a minor miracle.
I go back to my desk, sit down, start doing my office thing. I'm uncomfy (stupid chairs) so I decide to sit cross-legged. I do so. I look down, and realise that my pants have a large rip in them. Inner upper thigh, about 5 inches big. I have no idea where it came from, or how long it was there. But that's a rather large hole in a pretty personal area.
This brings the total of my pants in Banff to:
Unripped: 2 (and one of these is dress pants)
Only I can get away with wearing the other ripped pants, I don't mind if my knees are hanging out. This new area? Not so much.
But it was so much more fun than a day in the office! I wanna do it again!