20 Years of Snow

Ugh. Damn you Montreal, damn you Canada, damn you North America and the Northern Hemisphere.

There we go. All my anger out in one sentence, two commas and a whole lot of vitriol. I don't know what's up with me. Oh yeah. The job thing. Ha, almost forgot about that! Anyway things in GENERAL are not too bad. I am still alive, I'm still eating (not that I need it) and I still have the use of my arms and legs. So what's the deal? I'll tell you what the deal is...

I have actually had replies from jobs but only one working shift at an Italian restaurant. I shan't tell you the name but I will say that it's the first and only time I've seen people smoking in a kitchen. It's not actually inside the kitchen, it's in a wee corridor to the left but they will come in with cigarettes, leave them laying on the counter while they are smouldering and well that's just not cool. So I guess I am at a crossroads. Do I leave for another area in Canada with a cheaper apartment? Do I find a job that has staff accommodation? Do I stay here and just pray, pray that something comes my way? I don't know. That's a lot of roads to look down?

There's a job that I wouldn't mind having a crack at but I'm absolutely terrified I may get. It's one in Yukon Territory in a little town called Teslin. I think it has about 400 people living there. It's on the Alaska Highway and it's a motel/camper park. So might not be the most glamorous job but it pays well. Sadly that's what I need to start thinking in. Money. And I don't like that I have to. I'm keen on travelling back to the UK perhaps at the end of the year so, in a short mathematical sense, I need money to do so. Then what will I do? Oh, bugger off. I don't know already.

So that's my daily/hourly/minutely whinge for the time being. People who pray, please pray for me. People don't, please hope for me. People who prey, don't eat me. I kind of would like this snow to stop though. It's fun at first but in the movies they never show you the terrible after you must deal with. TWICE I put my foot in to a puddle and TWICE I had my shins a nice little ice bath. Great. I should probably get myself some boots but I can't care too much. Money is something I just don't have an abundance of at the moment.

I guess it is nice that hindsight has this 20/20 vision. At least I can look back on the things I have done since leaving Australia and not the dumb dumb things. I have to admit this wasn't an inspired idea. That's right. You can quote me on that. Or paraphrase. I don't mind whatsoever. Weaseling out of things is what separates us from the animals. Except the weasel. I need to weasel my way out of this. Sad because I like to stay with things for a little bit even if I hate it! Except for bricklaying. Did not stay with that too long, did I? Never mind.

Currently I would like some olive and/or artichoke bread. Mmm. If you sniff the bread in the bag you can actually eat it without ACTUALLY eating it. I learnt that and I feel pleased with being awarded that knowledge. Stop eating like a fatso, Cameron. Weird how even though I'm devastatingly poor I still eat like... Duke? Maybe. Definitely not a King. Perhaps and Earl or a Baron.

Have fun people with this. I really don't think anyone cares about my babblings. They don't have pictures to look at and make hilarious comments. Oh, you snobs. Soon, soon. I know I keep saying that but I can guarantee it will happen before 2150. Bit of leeway there. Chances of it not happening still pending though.