November-ish 2004

Applied to IEP (International Exchange Programs) for a job as a summer camp counsellor. All kinds of fees and forms to fill out, but I had been thinking about this for a long time, and this was definitly the right time.

Had to have an interview (over the phone, thank god) with a guy named Stuart. I even remember the time, 10am. And then some random woman calls me at like two minutes to. Get the fuck off the phone, I'm waiting for a call here! Anyway, Stuart did call (and get through) and we proceeded. Mostly going through my application and clarifying things, then a few scenario-type questions: what would you do if... kinda things. Like I'm gonna say I'd join in with a few pot-smoking campers. On the whole, all was well.