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Wednesday, October 27, 2004

The Return of Dougie

He likes to come in and visit for a week or so each year. Wave hello to Dougie. Happy Hallowe'en All!

Follow-up - Interview

Here it is. The second part of the Interview Story.

Matt figures 45 minutes to the ferry from his place - it's after rush hour, a Thursday - you know. I have to be there by 1ish and so I'm going to take the 11 am ferry (which is one hour, 35 minutes). I ACTUALLY RESERVE A SPOT ON THE FERRY, something I have never done before in my life and for the privilege of paying, I can arrive up to five minutes before and still have a guaranteed spot..

Knowing my sense of direction is the shits, Matt hi-lites a map route as well as writing down step by step instructions for me. I'm to drop him off at a friends work so we leave the house at 9:30 am.

Out on the main road, Matt says, "Hmm, it looks like the Second Narrows (Steelworker's) bridge is backed up a bit, it may be better for you to go through downtown Vancouver."

We stop at Timmy's so I can get a coffee and bagel while Matt writes totally new directions for me.

At 9:40 I'm on my way.

At 10:30 I've gone four miles. I'm still in North Vancouver.

I call Matt. We decide I should go back and try to catch the alternate ferry by his house which takes me to the island - but lands an hour and 45 minutes north from where my interview is.

I get there at 11:05. The next ferry is 12:30. While on it, Matt calls to inform me that if I'd stayed where I was at 10:30 - I would STILL be there so we've made the right choice. (I may have made the 3 pm ferry but that's seriously doubtful).

I arrive in Nanaimo at 2:15 and drive like a madwoman to the interview - arriving at 4:10 pm.

I leave there at 5:25 pm and head back out to the ferry - the closer one. I arrive at 6:10 pm, in plenty of time for the 7 pm.

Or so I thought.

One of the ferries isn't feeling well and there's some sort of off-island convention. I MAY make the 9 pm. The last sailing of the day. But I have to wait almost three hours to find out.

I turn around.

I drive BACK UP NORTH, catch the 9 pm ferry (which is, shock of shocks, running late) and arrive back at Matt's at 11:45 pm.

I've attached a map below to help y'all with picturing that. The blue is where I should have been going. The purple is where I actually went (with a littler purple line for the ferry I tried for on the way back).


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The scariest thing is - there are people who live on the island and COMMUTE to Vancouver to work every day. You'd have to be fucking insane to do that.

On second thought, maybe THAT'S what's wrong with Vancouver.

On second second thought, maybe THAT'S who the jumpers were.

HA

Anyways, I wrote the test, we chatted. The lovely woman called this morning to tell me I kicked ass and got 55% (seriously, not many people have gotten that high a score and considering I've never even SEEN the system nor even heard of it until two or three weeks ago - it IS damn good).

Unfortunately, I needed 70% to get the job.

They're testing one more person next Tuesday and she'd like me to call once I'm settled as, unless that person seriously rocks, they're going to hire me as a contractor for the two months they're allowed to and then we'll go from there.

Do I have the job for sure? No. Worth the nightmarish day? Yes. Cause even if it doesn't work out next week, she'll nose around other telecom jobs there for me and that seriously rocks.

And now, I am going back to running around the house screaming. Maybe with a scissors in my hand.

I Am

Packing.
Shipping.
Cleaning.
Painting.

Running
around
screaming.

Sunday, October 24, 2004

Not My Home

Flying in tonight and taking the Airporter downtown was strange in that in five days this will no longer be my home. There will be places I will miss a lot and that's starting to sink in a little more.

Otherwise, yes, I am home. Cabot has commenced his shrieking. All is well with our little world and so I am going to watch "Lost" because I have taped it and cannot stand the suspense but before I go.....

I have never ear candled before. Ick. Ick, I say. Who knew all that stuff was there in my head?

Down there in picture #2 is the Matt present - a t-shirt from the BadAss Coffee Company. For, although he may not really be a nasty donkey, he is my Certified Bad Ass.

Unless of course if I cannot convince him that "Yer a hoser, eh?" isn't really a cool 'Canadianism' for otherwise he will just be a dead Aussie with knotty hair.

I have more things to do this week than my mind can fathom completing so I am going to go 'way now and get a good night's sleep in what may very well be the last night with my beautiful bed. *sob*

Sweet dreams, all.