As I pulled up to the domestic terminal at YVR, with my life on my back, it occured to me that actually I didn't know which airline I was flying.
I had tried to check-in online without success not three hours before, however this must have been after the red and well into the Veuve my fabulous roomate Helen had bought!
So still living the dream I struck it fourth time lucky when I stumbled up to the Air Canada check-in, although not realising I was in the business class lane I had to retreat and join the back of the line..'this is awkward' I mumbled outloud as all my bags simultaneously slipped of my trolly.
Still filled with enthusiasm for what lay ahead I sat undettered in the two resturant food court, eating ham from a can and gazing blurry eyed into the back of some guy who really took the ripped jeans trend too far-and was definately was not wearing boxes. Unprepared he turned around and said 'hi.' Oh god he thinks I'm creeping him. Overhead my flight was just announced as delayed..fantastic!
Nothing short of a miracle I arrived in freezing cold Toronto. Euphoria was short lived however and by day two I was already feeling swallowed up and spat out by this city. Feeling utterly exhausted I made every task end in 'And then I'll get something to eat.'
Having spent the whole of the first day handing out resumes with my new Toronto number I was thrilled to discover in fact my number had not been changed and was a complete waste of time.. And I'm not just saying it but I had a pretty good feeling about some of those places.
Well obviously except for the shoe shop. Lured in by the sign in the window and quaint nature of the shop Feeling confident I asked three times if I could hand in my resume (ever so slightly lost in translation perhaps,) when asked if I had ever worked in a shoe shop I kind of pannicked. For some reason I always think small privately owned shops don't care about your experience, but rather hire on the grounds of 'oh she seems alright.' So the first thing out of my mouth was 'Oh yeh I used to work in Boots.' Helen is always talking about Boots, Tesco, Top Shop etc, I silently thanked her for the heads up. 'Boots?' the manager replied 'yes' I looked around 'it was just like this.' She kind of paused for a second than said, 'isn't that a chemist?' fuuuuuck. then 'I didn't know they sold shoes?' In my haste to get out of there I knocked over the display. Well I guess she wont be calling! Next stop chicken wings and onion rings!!!
Continuing on further down Young St I was stopped by a homeless man, 'Excuse me do you have any change?' 'No' I replied 'Well at least are you single?' Gotta admire his optomism. Still laughing moments later I ventured into Second Cup to get my caffein hit when this guy walks over to my table in the corner, for a moment I thought I was being mugged, then leans over me and says 'You're really elegant got a boyfriend?' At least thats what I think he said as I was pretty distracted by the worst case of cross eyed I have ever seen. 'Yes' I lied 'tell him he's got some serious competition!' Still I am assuming he was talking to me and not the guy he was sort of staring at from the next table. Wow talk about hitting the jackpot-must have caught a glimpse of the sexy thermals you bought me!!
Still in my shy and awkward phase at the hostel I was concidering getting fucked up and making friends tonight, but instead I decided against it and chose to stay in and call Vidoosh. 'Have you got any friends yet?' No I replied ' when you moved to Vancouver mum and I were soo worried about you, but this time I couldn't give a shit. I'm over you,' 'that's good V' meanwhile somebody in the hostel was overheard laughing-Vidoosh ever the oppertunist 'oi someones laughin', go find out what the joke is!'
Friday, November 19, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
I am truly living the dream here in Vancouver. The career at the faux hippy cafe didn't quite work out due to a conflict of interest, apparently turning up to work in last nights clothes and spending half the day in the bathroom-didn't coincide with the healthy living theme we were there to promote.
So off I went in search of bigger and better things; aka a bar where I would have the freedom to be me! Quickly I discovered that getting a job in a bar in Vancouver was akin to getting work as an actor in Hollywood, although starving actress sounds somewhat more dignified than unemployed bar tender!
I went into one place where a little blonde thing stood applying layer upon layer of lip gloss until I could see my reflection in her mouth. I approached her and said 'Hi I'd like to drop off my resume please' and she replied 'Sorry I'm too busy to take resumes during lunch.' So I looked around at the near empty bar and realised it wasn't even 11am yet. Mole. As I walked back out into the rain I began to consider that if I don't get a job soon I may have to join the guy that sits on the end of my street holding the sign 'help a punk get drunk'-at least we have common interests!
Armed with an abundance of spare time I decided to take a stroll around Stanley Park. An hour an a half later I found myself on the brink of what appeared to be the Twilight forest sans Edward, when an involuntary thought popped into my head 'was I in grizzly territory? and if so was I supposed to play dead or fight back?' It was all too confusing so being the practical girl I am I lit up a cigarette and hoped any predators wouldn't like the passive smoke. As I indulged in all this quality time with myself lost in the bush I decided that if they were to make a movie about my life right now its would be called jobless &dateless in Vancouver-I'd hope Bridget Jones would be the star! Four hours later I somehow found my way safely back with my gays on Davie St.
Just when I thought all hope was lost on the job front my ever-suffering saintly room mate Helen hooked me up with some Craig's list action-she found me the dream job of working in a 24hour bagel shop! My career prospects were higher in the year of '94 when I worked as a checkout chick at Woolies, but like you would say moi, 'beggars can't be choosers.' So I wear my uniform fully equipped with a visor with pride!
Canadians take their bagels seriously, whether it be 'double toasted' what is that anyway it was burnt the first time it went through but righto, or my favorite customer that comes in everyday and asks for the bagel to be sliced into thirds so she only eats 2/3 because shes watching her weight-babe just eat a sandwich! sometimes I like to fuck with them and only toast it once and see who notices-its fantastic when they do and they come back after eating the whole thing and demand a new one free of charge. The place is a hot spot for the neurotic and the cray cray with the only solace being that I get reliable hours, and unlimited bagels-although after two weeks I found myself craving bread.
We'll see how I go, my manager told me she thought it quite uncommon for someone to get food poisoning twice in one week- I'm definitely not in Sydney anymore!
So off I went in search of bigger and better things; aka a bar where I would have the freedom to be me! Quickly I discovered that getting a job in a bar in Vancouver was akin to getting work as an actor in Hollywood, although starving actress sounds somewhat more dignified than unemployed bar tender!
I went into one place where a little blonde thing stood applying layer upon layer of lip gloss until I could see my reflection in her mouth. I approached her and said 'Hi I'd like to drop off my resume please' and she replied 'Sorry I'm too busy to take resumes during lunch.' So I looked around at the near empty bar and realised it wasn't even 11am yet. Mole. As I walked back out into the rain I began to consider that if I don't get a job soon I may have to join the guy that sits on the end of my street holding the sign 'help a punk get drunk'-at least we have common interests!
Armed with an abundance of spare time I decided to take a stroll around Stanley Park. An hour an a half later I found myself on the brink of what appeared to be the Twilight forest sans Edward, when an involuntary thought popped into my head 'was I in grizzly territory? and if so was I supposed to play dead or fight back?' It was all too confusing so being the practical girl I am I lit up a cigarette and hoped any predators wouldn't like the passive smoke. As I indulged in all this quality time with myself lost in the bush I decided that if they were to make a movie about my life right now its would be called jobless &dateless in Vancouver-I'd hope Bridget Jones would be the star! Four hours later I somehow found my way safely back with my gays on Davie St.
Just when I thought all hope was lost on the job front my ever-suffering saintly room mate Helen hooked me up with some Craig's list action-she found me the dream job of working in a 24hour bagel shop! My career prospects were higher in the year of '94 when I worked as a checkout chick at Woolies, but like you would say moi, 'beggars can't be choosers.' So I wear my uniform fully equipped with a visor with pride!
Canadians take their bagels seriously, whether it be 'double toasted' what is that anyway it was burnt the first time it went through but righto, or my favorite customer that comes in everyday and asks for the bagel to be sliced into thirds so she only eats 2/3 because shes watching her weight-babe just eat a sandwich! sometimes I like to fuck with them and only toast it once and see who notices-its fantastic when they do and they come back after eating the whole thing and demand a new one free of charge. The place is a hot spot for the neurotic and the cray cray with the only solace being that I get reliable hours, and unlimited bagels-although after two weeks I found myself craving bread.
We'll see how I go, my manager told me she thought it quite uncommon for someone to get food poisoning twice in one week- I'm definitely not in Sydney anymore!
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Something to write home about
I am 24!! So no more whore-Jokes, but seriously no more drinking, smoking, or looseness in general. Ok so obviously I walked right into that-Noone quits drinking and smoking on their birthday &certainly noone quits drinking and smoking the day after. Hangovers require cigarettes, cider and K-Fry. TOMORROW will change my life!
Bah why can't I just be normal? Most people drink a glass of wine not a bottle. Moderation is everything I hate and everything I wanna be.
Today we got the keys to our new abode-Fully equiped with FIRE ESCAPE STAIRS, mind you that's all it's equiped with, whilst luxuries such as beds& couches continue to allude us thus far.
But who needs a couch when you can enjoy a cheeky on the fire escape stair-Obviously I couln't completely quit smoking when a celebratory ciggarette on the fire escape step was in order!
So the dream of making it in NY is that little bit closer. Our flat is located in Mount Pleasant or SOMA (South of Main st) as I like to call it but have been informed is certainly not the location of our flat. It's fabulous. Can not wait to move in!
Received a birthday package from home today, birthday card, nice top AND a 30 page lift out on Juila Gillard-first ever female Prime Minister of Australia. Wow moi you could be a librarian with such enthralling literary taste. Although I am pretty sure it was sent to inspire some sense of career motivation I most certainly seem to be lacking. I get it if a lady ranger can be PM even I can get a proper job.
Not to be misinterperrated, its not that posing as a faux hippy in a healthy living cafe doesn't enthrall because it does but really babes surely you coulld aim a little bit higher. I mean who doesn't enjoy talking about riding in cars with boys with a bunch of 18yr olds? Oh well somethings gotta fund my weekends-and babes this w.e I will be as loose as a wizards sleeve. Going down to Jerricho beach for FolkFest, obviously am too povo to purchase a ticket so plan to drink cider by the shore &pretend its normal to get high from other people's stoner smoke.
What is it with Canadian's and weed? I don't get it-I wanna go straight from the beers to the part where we get the munchies and eating an ice cream cake on the side of the road is considered normal-and skip the whole smoke sessh flailing about with a hula hoop whilst chilling to dubstep altogether.
Maybe I need to assimilate more? But babes I'm a New Yorker (at heart.) Oooh I wonder if they love the wackytobacky there??
love ya.xx
Bah why can't I just be normal? Most people drink a glass of wine not a bottle. Moderation is everything I hate and everything I wanna be.
Today we got the keys to our new abode-Fully equiped with FIRE ESCAPE STAIRS, mind you that's all it's equiped with, whilst luxuries such as beds& couches continue to allude us thus far.
But who needs a couch when you can enjoy a cheeky on the fire escape stair-Obviously I couln't completely quit smoking when a celebratory ciggarette on the fire escape step was in order!
So the dream of making it in NY is that little bit closer. Our flat is located in Mount Pleasant or SOMA (South of Main st) as I like to call it but have been informed is certainly not the location of our flat. It's fabulous. Can not wait to move in!
Received a birthday package from home today, birthday card, nice top AND a 30 page lift out on Juila Gillard-first ever female Prime Minister of Australia. Wow moi you could be a librarian with such enthralling literary taste. Although I am pretty sure it was sent to inspire some sense of career motivation I most certainly seem to be lacking. I get it if a lady ranger can be PM even I can get a proper job.
Not to be misinterperrated, its not that posing as a faux hippy in a healthy living cafe doesn't enthrall because it does but really babes surely you coulld aim a little bit higher. I mean who doesn't enjoy talking about riding in cars with boys with a bunch of 18yr olds? Oh well somethings gotta fund my weekends-and babes this w.e I will be as loose as a wizards sleeve. Going down to Jerricho beach for FolkFest, obviously am too povo to purchase a ticket so plan to drink cider by the shore &pretend its normal to get high from other people's stoner smoke.
What is it with Canadian's and weed? I don't get it-I wanna go straight from the beers to the part where we get the munchies and eating an ice cream cake on the side of the road is considered normal-and skip the whole smoke sessh flailing about with a hula hoop whilst chilling to dubstep altogether.
Maybe I need to assimilate more? But babes I'm a New Yorker (at heart.) Oooh I wonder if they love the wackytobacky there??
love ya.xx
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