So it’s pushing 5am and I am awake as I slept most of the day after keeping myself awake all the night previous convincing myself I am dying. This perhaps could still be the case, but as it stands, I’m drinking wine and making soup, and feeling pretty good about it. What I’m not feeling good about is that I am surely ill. I have either bronchitis or pneumonia and possibly a staph infection. I’ll tell you more about it some time. But what has me feeling worse is my new potential employment. Apparently starting wage is 10.26 per hour at this establishment. I’m serving and potentially bartending from time to time, but it’s for a Hotel, and I have never tipped Hotel staff, that therefore don’t expect I will be tipped. The job is customer service, and I no longer think I can be paid wage enough to deal with people.
Even if I get full time of 40 hours a week, which is expected, I will earn less than I do on EI. I need to earn at least 11.50/h to match what I make on EI. Now I know what you’re thinking, what a bum, milking EI, and to that I say FUCK YOU! I work harder than your food transporting ass can even fathom for 9 months of the year. What I don’t understand, is that to make the money I do in the forest industry, I need to have some sort of professional career. Now that would be lovely, but I must pay for school, and pay my dues and blah blah blah. The thing is, I am not a forestry outdoors type. That’s not true, I am, but on my own terms. YEY CAMPING/HIKING/NATURE WALKS! I don’t want to spend my prime years away from civilization fucking around with trees in ridiculous weather.
The nature of my work is interesting, but I would rather be sitting on my patio people watching drinking coffee fucking around on my laptop while looking good. Not being sun or wind burnt while sweating or freezing my ass off while repeating an antisocial painful and often crippling task all day every day for months on end. It’s like being a factory worker but the factory is all of BC and Alberta. How can I make the same money I do out there but not be out there? I have an idea, but it’s a scary prospect. I drop everything, and move to Montreal. I know what you’re thinking. Montreal? But you live in BC, with pretty Vancouver, the most beautiful place in the country! MAYBE EVEN THE WORLD!
I know it’s hard to hear, especially the first time. I hate Vancouver. I pretty much hate most of BC. I live in Canada’s Detroit for Christ’s sake! Since traveling to Montreal and Toronto, I can’t stand how slow everything is, how quiet and depressing it is, how little there is to do, and how much the people suck. Yes, fuck you Vancouver. Suck my dick!… but don’t. I only let people I like do that.
Anyway, the plan is move to Montreal, start bartending, and sell my skinny white ass whenever papa wants a new bag. And papa wants many new bags… and various other things. Please consult my tumblr. It’s loaded with ideas of what you can get me for Christmas and birthdays, and everyday surprises. I love surprises. (Surprises in this case is code for gifts… and I also like money.) The plan is to go to school in Montreal. Enjoy Concordia and my life in general a little more. That isn’t to say I don’t love my life. I do. I love my life more than I’ve ever loved my life in my whole damned life! But now I’m better learning what I like and what I want and what I need. The strange thing is that as soon as I get out of the woods, I know I’m going to miss them.
Soups done!
