design of my decade (part 1)

There's a little over an hour left till the hot mess called 2009 is over. Just a decade ago I was in my mother's living room eating munchies because my mother wanted her children together just in case the world went to hell for Y2K. Supposedly the world's gonna end in 2012. Party on!

Since there's all this talk about the decade past it got me thinking about what the last decade was like for me. I liked it about as much as I like watching Ryan Seacreast instead of Dick Clark. I graduated with a degree I didn't use only to switch into a career that barely paid the bills and literally drove me nuts; living in a town that reports shootings & stabbings like baseball scores...

Okay, so this decade hasn't been all crappy. I saw some great concerts and I got to see Stonehenge. I shopped like a fool in London's Oxford Street and laid waste to Target. Most of all, I changed my life.

Me. I did that à la Jon Moxon: "I don't want... [that] life." I chose life - literally. I knew that I was spinning my wheels in Toronto. I had to do something for me. So I moved to the islands and I haven't turned back. I'll never go back there to live... unless Quebec decides to do the bravestar separation thing... Ethan & I will move to Ottawa to be close to his mother.

Ethan. How do I love he... let me count the ways. He'll get a post all to himself.

Speaking of which, I'd better go get the champagne. Check you all next year! (heh heh)

tis' the season

I feel I must comment on the world around me and its general goings-on.

First of all, SHAME on those fools who tried to crash the White House state dinner. I can't even put into words how utterly pathetic that is. Sure, you're trying to get onto a reality show. Are you hoping for fame & fortune by how many pics you can post on your Facebook page. Folks, I thought this was a joke. Alas, there are people out there with a LOT of time on their hands.

Props to the Alouettes for winning the Grey Cup! I'll admit, I didn't think they'd win it but man, what a testament to not giving up. No matter what, they kept fighting. That's what I'm doing now - I'm still fighting.

As the holidays approach, I can't help but feel a sense of calm. It's like I know there's an opportunity for me out there just beyond my reach. I know it; I feel it; I sense it. Plus this is the first holiday season I'm spending with Ethan - I'm really excited about that!

Even though I won't have a lot of cheddar for the holidays, I want it to be the best ever. I won't be going home (meh... oh well) but I'll have Ethan. :0)

another year on

Can't believe I've been in Montreal for more than a year. Where has the time gone? It honestly feels like a couple of months ago that I packed up my life and headed for the border (the provincial one, that is). I'm officially a Montrealaise. I like the sound of that!

In my endless search for jobs online, I came across a very intriguing bit o' news regarding Gamerz. There will be blood - as in redundancies around the world. Imagine that! Christiane says I must have a guardian angel looking out for me. She's absolutely right. This isn't the first time that I didn't get a job with a company that was either about to go under or on the brink of redundancies. Thank you, angel of mine. Could you please ask your homies to hook me up with a job? The waiting is doing my head in!

Every day I wake up and ask myself if today is going to be that breakthrough day. Today was just like that except nothing happened. I send off applications - then I wait. I wait for someone on the other end of the database to see my CV. I wait for them to say, this person looks viable. I wait for the phone to ring to schedule an interview to discuss how my experience & education would be a valued asset to their organization. I wait for feedback. I wait for my new headhunter to hear feedback. Then I wait some more.

My dreams echo my sentiments these days. I dream of having magical powers, oceans and the desert. Looks like my subconscious is right in line with my conscious.

Here's something to think about - what happens after I get a job?

help wanted

I'm starting to think I'm addicted to looking at job postings and checking email. It's like an incessant craving that I can't seem to satisfy. If a few hours go by and I haven't checked my email, then I start to feel like I've missed out on someone emailing me for an interview and I haven't responded quickly enough... yep, I can see this spiraling all to hell.

Check ben ça - I have to wait until the end of the week for a company to make a decision on if I'll get the job of a 2 month contract. Seriously?! Even Mrs. Titanides thinks this is odd. She also said she doesn't think I'll get it because my boss would be younger than me so that'll make her get her back up. Christiane is older than her boss and they get on just fine.

Ethan's going through some shenanigans at his work - Ethan's boss is someone who gets off on being the 'man' at work and since Ethan is challenging that by (get this) doing his job properly, he's getting a 30 day warning to shape up or ship out. Ethan thinks he's done something wrong however it can't be - who gets in trouble for actually doing your job right?

Why do some people treat work as their sole social outlet? Sure, you may meet some colleagues that may become friends over time... maybe even significant others (I have been guilty of dipping my pen in the office ink from time to time)... yet at the end of the work day, it's just work. End of. It's not life - at least, not for me. Work stays at work. Just because they spend 8 hours with you doesn't make them bosom buddies. I'm starting to feel like I don't fit in on the playground because all the kids have their friends already and no one wants the new kid around.

I'm going to go play by myself in the sandbox. You know that the kids that were left out in school are most likely to turn out to be the gazillionaires...