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!'