Not content with not having a job... I decided to get off my laurels and do something about it. I got 25 resumes printed out and managed to get rid of 6. Not a huge number I know or even a relative percentage in the business world but I'm quite pleased with myself. I've become reasonably fearless about going in places. I'd rather tell people I'm looking for a job as opposed to "I don't have a job!". I need money. No doubt about that. I need to be reasonably shrewd with my money. At the moment I'm going under the idea that I need to 'spend money to make money'. That's only if, at some point, you replenish that other money some how. Doesn't matter how, just so long as it happens.
To summarise: I'm much happier than I was 6 days ago. Six days ago I was feeling awful, I'd just left Chelsea and everything was coming tumbling down around me. I wasn't happy. Fast forward almost a week and I'm still somewhat unhappy but I'm beginning to spread my wings a little and get out, see the place, understand what's what. I'd still much rather be living in Tennessee but unfortunately I can't live there (at the moment!). Fortunately I can fly straight from Toronto to Tennessee. Costs a little bit more but definitely worth it. I love her.
That was an awful long summary!
Hooray for That Little Difference!
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I've done the first big boy thing I needed to!
I set up my bank account. I've been told where to shop and what to do so I think I'll be ok. I just need a job now. Mmm, that could be harder to achieve than I originally thought? Maybe.. I don't know. Time will tell, time will tell.
Cheers from Toronto.
I set up my bank account. I've been told where to shop and what to do so I think I'll be ok. I just need a job now. Mmm, that could be harder to achieve than I originally thought? Maybe.. I don't know. Time will tell, time will tell.
Cheers from Toronto.
I Feel Much Better
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Pretty short update.
I'm sitting in Charlotte International Airport awaiting the loud man to say "Good afternoon, we are now boarding Flight 1688 to Toronto, Ontario". I assume that's what they'll say at least. Regardless after that is said I imagine I will evacuate my bowel AND bladder at the same time so it will appear I'm like a seagull. It's terrifying and I've got a dry feeling in my mouth but I think I can sort it out. I'm like that. However it is over a weekend so I could be in trouble. Oh well.
To all my friends who read this - mum and maybe Georg (?) - make sure I don't drink my skeleton juice. Hhowp.
I'm sitting in Charlotte International Airport awaiting the loud man to say "Good afternoon, we are now boarding Flight 1688 to Toronto, Ontario". I assume that's what they'll say at least. Regardless after that is said I imagine I will evacuate my bowel AND bladder at the same time so it will appear I'm like a seagull. It's terrifying and I've got a dry feeling in my mouth but I think I can sort it out. I'm like that. However it is over a weekend so I could be in trouble. Oh well.
To all my friends who read this - mum and maybe Georg (?) - make sure I don't drink my skeleton juice. Hhowp.
I'm So Tired Of It All or: Everything's Okay
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It's now 8 days before I head off to Canada and guess what? I'm not looking forward to it that much. It could be because I don't have a place to stay? It could be because I don't have a job? I don't know. It's a vicious, vicious cycle. I need a place to stay to return to after a hard day of looking for a job, I need a job to pay for the houe, I need a bank account for the money from the job to go in to so I can pay for the house and so on. You see how it is. I'm sure one of them is harder than the other. I'm feeling very nonchalant about it to be quite honest. Like I'm just going to get a place, I'm just going to find a job, I'm just going to open a bank account. I really am not sure what I need to do.
I guess I need to fail. I obviously don't want to but it's probably good if I do. Not in the wholly classical sense where lose everything. No, maybe small doses of failure will be good. I don't think too many people know exactly what there plans are. I have a rough plan I'm working to but anything in between - good or bad - seems to be quite fair in gaining. What the hell do I mean? Can't say but I know that it's mine.
Ultimately it's my decisions and actions that determine how successful I will be in Canada. I should be looking for places to stay and jobs to gain. Perhaps my happy-go-lucky attitude needs to be changed or at least adjusted. There's thing in my life I know I want and I'll be damned if I'm going to let opportunities pass me by.
Anyway enough doom and freakin' gloom. I am looking forward to travelling there. It's going to be something new. It's going to be something very, very different and I'll be doing more sight seeing this time - guaranteed. Definitely going for a car this time. I don't want to sound like a slave to the motor industry but it's pretty obvious that my current goal/objective is to see the place I'm living and Canada, for the uninformed, is a fairly large land mass. So I'm either gonna need to start flapping hard or grow some wings. Or a car. It's quite a plausible situation to find myself in really. I didn't do it in England because frankly English roads scared the putney out of me. A simple fear perhaps but I'm still alive so there!
Don't fear for me. I can do it better than you and it's self-inflicted. If I didn't think that I could do this I'd go back to Australia and contemplate moving up to Lancelin. Fortunately I can deal with myself complaining about how I miss Australia and how America is like Australia in twenty years time. Yeah, take that.
In other news I'm pregnant. That sucks. Explains the fat and moodiness. Also I need a haircut. Everything is going aces. So until next time intrepid reader be good, don't snort glue and certainly don't write crude letters to the Editor.
I guess I need to fail. I obviously don't want to but it's probably good if I do. Not in the wholly classical sense where lose everything. No, maybe small doses of failure will be good. I don't think too many people know exactly what there plans are. I have a rough plan I'm working to but anything in between - good or bad - seems to be quite fair in gaining. What the hell do I mean? Can't say but I know that it's mine.
Ultimately it's my decisions and actions that determine how successful I will be in Canada. I should be looking for places to stay and jobs to gain. Perhaps my happy-go-lucky attitude needs to be changed or at least adjusted. There's thing in my life I know I want and I'll be damned if I'm going to let opportunities pass me by.
Anyway enough doom and freakin' gloom. I am looking forward to travelling there. It's going to be something new. It's going to be something very, very different and I'll be doing more sight seeing this time - guaranteed. Definitely going for a car this time. I don't want to sound like a slave to the motor industry but it's pretty obvious that my current goal/objective is to see the place I'm living and Canada, for the uninformed, is a fairly large land mass. So I'm either gonna need to start flapping hard or grow some wings. Or a car. It's quite a plausible situation to find myself in really. I didn't do it in England because frankly English roads scared the putney out of me. A simple fear perhaps but I'm still alive so there!
Don't fear for me. I can do it better than you and it's self-inflicted. If I didn't think that I could do this I'd go back to Australia and contemplate moving up to Lancelin. Fortunately I can deal with myself complaining about how I miss Australia and how America is like Australia in twenty years time. Yeah, take that.
In other news I'm pregnant. That sucks. Explains the fat and moodiness. Also I need a haircut. Everything is going aces. So until next time intrepid reader be good, don't snort glue and certainly don't write crude letters to the Editor.
