Locals here say "good night" as a salutation. It's very strange. It always feels like they're trying to hurry you away when you're simply telling them hello.
So I've settled into my position as Island Thrift Manager. More stressful than I'd thought it would be, I've taken on quite a bit of a project in trying to get it organized and more presentable. I've never been in a management position, and even though the company is pretty tiny, it's still a strange position for me.
Not much else, really, just felt like blogging. Go Leafs Go!