A Friendly (But Truncated) Recap

I have been reminded I'm not supposed to comment on anything I learn from being a census enumerator. Trust me; I have learned plenty. But I must keep it to myself.
Highlights: Cheri (pronounced liked Sherry), my new supervisor, is now out of hours for the week. Denis (with one 'n'; the Asisstant Manager of Field Operations for the West Palm Beach office) has given the Word--you will be fired on the spot if you go over forty (40) hours in any given week. I am meeting with her at the Church of Wendy @ 11:15 a.m. Sunday to turn all my work over to her.
I am still alive and life is good; when I was over at Mariner's Key to do an interview last night a single mother stopped me to say hi and that I was totally cute. I thanked her profusely and even started a blank questionnaire on her but she became personally offended when I asked her if she was male or female, even when I and everyone she was eating with explained ad nauseum that I have to ask everyone that silly question. Maybe I'll go see her later today and maybe I won't. Such are the vagaries of life in these United States.
Meanwhile back at the ranch, Claire who works for Prudential in Palm Beach from building 3 in my complex is reading the only hard copy of PR; I also need someone to begin PL as I have been doing much need polishing on it.
I finally figured out that the writing 'contest' was simply Marketing 101 for new members; if you weren't a card-carrying FWA person of course your book stank and you totally needed to join to fix it. It takes me a while sometimes but I eventually figure things out.
Still dark out. Wish I was going to the beach but work prevails. Darn.

B, Careful of the HEAT! Part Deux

or Keep the scene CLEAN! Tx. Lifeguards can become strict if children and other beachgoers are not respectful to the environment and/or nature. This is the take-away from this admonishment.
Right now I'm sitting in my apartment on a beautiful Saturday morning. Why in heaven's name is that? Well, I'm waiting for my supervisor to either call me or stop by my place or both, to either reprimand or fire me or both for the heinous crime of working too many hours in my first week of Crew Leader Assistant duties. I am also an Enumerator with practically my entire binder done. I was supposed to have a meeting with my supervisor which he pushed back from 11 a.m. to 9:30 a.m. that he waited until almost 3 p.m. yesterday to advise me. Then he calls me this morning before 8 to tell me that I can't go to the meeting because I cannot donate or volunteer my time to the U.S. Census. Presently my 2 questions are: Why aren't I having fun and why aren't I at the beach?
Speaking of the beach--it was gorgeous yesterday. But sand fleas were elusive; I could not catch a single one for the poor struggling (Haitian) fishermen who hadn't caught any fish all day long because they were using shrimp as bait. And I used to be able to catch the burrowing crabs when I was a little kid with ease and aplomb. So either they've gotten a lot faster--as in Darwinian selection (Only the strongest and smartest survive)--or I've gotten a lot slower. They two-inch-long crustaceans outwitted me and everyone else that was digging for them. Just shows to go you.