
Here I am, back in Vancouver, with visa in hand and a desperate willingness to find work. I'd forgotten how difficult, and disheartening it is to look for jobs. The economy doesn't help. As the temp agency said “There really isn't much out there. Companies aren't hiring full time employees and aren't offering benefits. Everyone is waiting to see what happens...” meanwhile, I am waiting to hear back from someone, anyone! I've also realized that I've dug myself into a hole these last few blissful years. I am more than qualified for cafe positions here in the city, of which there are many, but what about trying something new? I am no longer a recent graduate, entirely moldable and naive. I have skills and experience doing a variety of things, but nothing that translates all that well to a resume.
While perfecting a rosetta in hot milk is no small feat, most offices don't appreciate a decent cup of coffee when it spills on their lap.(
Speaking of excellent coffee, one of the many toys Bryan bought while I was gone was a new Capresso Burr Grinder. The thing rocks! It makes the most satisfying grinding noise, not that obnoxious, heart pumping high pitched whir. The conical topper means beans don't get stuck and you don't have to shake the living hell out of it to prevent the motor from over heating. We make French press coffee, so the grind is large, but the espresso grind looked fine and consistent. There really are few things better than having fresh coffee in the morning.) So I find myself applying for anything I think I am remotely capable of. Urology reception, perhaps? Starbucks manager? Janitor? OK, so I didn't apply for any of those, but I did think about it, and this fact is depressing and causes all sorts of “what am I doing with my life?” mini panic attacks.
And I've had serious bouts of homesickness. Thanksgiving in Canada was a strange experience. Vancouver does not feel like a different country. But for the subtle annoying differences (you can't watch The Office online, or download music from iTunes, and I get charged each time I use my credit card, a thing I am doing quite frequently) the city just doesn't feel foreign. I spent Thanksgivings in Italy and New Zealand, and each time I missed home, but the reason for missing it was more obvious.
The good news though, is that I got an internship! Back to square one for me, but it is in an interesting environment with good seeming people. I won't make much money but I will get some experience that may open doors for me in a few months. And Bryan is being supportive and understanding as usual and he hasn't asked me to leave just yet.
But for all you folks back home, envious of my moments of freedom, be thankful for your paychecks, and save them up for a trip out west. I miss you.