As the title implies, I have not yet found a permanent job. However, my current boss is trying to entice me to stay here until I do (for those who don't know, I presently work for a cell phone dealership, just something to make a bit of money while I'm in school). He's offering me a cheap apartment on a month to month basis, and told me to do some number crunching to figure out how much of a raise and how many hours I'd need to pull it off. He said he understands I'd be looking for permanent work and may leave anytime. He just wants me to stay and work for him until then, rather than let me go home to Nova Scotia and work a crap job there.
It's quite the generous offer, and it's very nice to know I have a back up plan. That said, I really don't fancy the idea of staying in Lindsay. There's not really anything to do here, and all my friends are far away. If I went home and worked in retail there, I could at least live with mom and save a lot of money that way (and by save, I mean make extra payments on my line of credit). I'd also be closer to some of my friends and family. The downside is that I'd be far, far away from my boyfriend, which is very bad. I also like the idea of having my own apartment (no offense mom! I love you lots, but I'm kind of getting antsy to not live at home anymore).
The alternative I really want, if I must take a temporary job while I seek real employment, is to return to the field crew I've worked on before in New York. Watertown is a yucky place to live, but I'd be close to the boy, still semi-close to Toronto (that's where my best friend will be this summer), close to Kingston where some of my other good friends are, and I would have my own place. Most importantly, I'd be working on archaeology, which is my real love. Work related to the field I want to be in is infinitely greater than a retail job.
So, in an effort to arrange this, I emailed my old boss from NY today. I explained the situation to her, and hopefully she'll get back to me in a day or two telling me they'd love for me to come back. I also called my old land lord tonight, to see if he had any apartments available. He was a good landlord when I was there before, his apartments were a great price, and he rents on a month to month basis, which is a must. From what he told me about the housing situation in Watertown right now, it's a good thing I called. It's apparently a mess there right now. But anyways, he thinks he could have one ready for me. He told me to call him when I know for sure if I'm coming back, and we can work out the details then. So that looks promising anyways, just need to wait and see what my old boss says.
That's the highlights of the job hunt right now. I can't even seem to get an interview with anything I've applied to. It's getting depressing. All the jobs in Canada require qualifications I don't have, and all the jobs in the US don't seem to want to consider hiring a foreigner. I'm really hoping that if I can go back to NY, the fact that I'm already working in the US will help me get some interviews there. Time will tell. Wish me luck!
So I was job hunting today, as per normal. One of the sites I check is GISjobs.com, and they had an interesting posting today. The job title is "Disco Seismic Processing Development."
That job title makes sense if you leave out the disco part. All I can picture is a bunch of geologists with expensive monitoring equipment hanging around a dance floor measuring vibrations from the bass. It makes me giggle.
Greetings all, sorry I've been neglecting you. Life has been lacking in inspiration these days. School is hectic, and I'm beginning to feel a bit burned out. On top of that, residence is making me want to kill people. It's been hard to think of something to write about.
In the few creative spurts I've had, I've managed to get a bit more work done on the story in my head. It's building up nicely in my brain, but it still doesn't seem quite ready to come to paper yet. I've written the opening scene, but I didn't get very far when I tried to go beyond that point last night. As far as writing goes, I usually have to let things stew in my brain for quite some time before I can actually write it. It will come when it's ready.
In other news, my job hunt continues. This is week 11 of 16 in my course. I've been applying for jobs since January, and I have yet to get an interview. It's getting a little depressing, and a bit scary too. Home for me is Nova Scotia...if I don't have a job lined up when I graduate here in Ontario, I'm going to have to return home. Now don't get me wrong, I love my home and wouldn't mind going back. That said, the job market there is less than stellar, and chances are I'd end up having to move somewhere else when I do find a job. This is inconvenient anyways, but the expense of having to do that is what gets me. It would be much easier, and cheaper, if I could just move to a job site directly from school at the end of April. My bank account would definitely like cheaper right now.
I've decided to give it to the end of this week. If I don't have anything by then, I'm going to speak to my old boss, Meg, in New York. I worked on an archaeological field crew there for two summers, and I'm in good standing with them. They're pretty flexible and easy going, so I'm hoping that if they still have room on the crew, they'd be willing to take me back even though it might be temporary (i.e. if I find a permanent job, it's just summer work there). They've always been understanding, and I think they'd be ok with that as long as I'm up front about it. I like the crew there, they've been good to me. I wouldn't want to mislead them and commit to a 6 month stay, and then quit in the middle because I found something else.
On the off chance that there are any appropriate employers reading this, I'm an archaeologist and geographer, with a background in prehistoric archaeology and geographic information systems (GIS). I'm more than happy to work in either of those fields, and to combine the two would be my dream job. Please feel free to leave a comment here with contact information if you think you have a position I could fill, or send me an email to the address in my profile.
The story I mentioned a few posts back has grown again. Tonight I wrote what I believe is the opening scene for it. I'm nervous and excited. Excited because I feel like I'm writing something significant, for the first time in a long time. Nervous because I'm afraid that after talking about it so much, I'll end up abandoning it, and looking silly. Ah well, I've already talked about it here twice, so I might as well continue, eh?
I find writing to be an amazing, but often frustrating endeavour. I have no idea what it's like for other people, of course, but I find that an idea will sit in my head and gnaw at me until I get it out. However, it doesn't care how I go about getting it out. If I tell a friend what the plot I'm thinking of is, I will never write it, because the idea has already been expressed, just vocally. It's like the ideas are trapped in my mind, and as soon as they become free, they are gone forever. I have to be careful how I release them, so that they aren't lost permanently. For this reason you'll never see me discuss the actual plot of my story here. Until it is written, I must keep it trapped in my brain.
I'm finding myself wishing that I had taken creative writing classes at some point too. I feel that while my ideas are often good, my execution is often lacking, at least in my mind. I think I'm particularly bad at scene description, which is ironic considering the landscapes of my imagination are detailed to the blades of grass and the cracks in the stone walls. I just never convey my mental pictures well.
I'm still considering starting an actual website as well. Its main purpose would be to publish my writings, once I get a bit more done, to get some feedback and constructive critcism. However, I am completely unfamiliar with the complexities of internet copyrights. If I publish a story, or even part of it, does it become public domain because it's on the web? Or can I just write at the bottom that everything is "Copyright me, 2005, blah, blah", and that makes it so? Is there a copyright process I must engage in before I can write the copyright bit on the bottom of my page? I should probably look into that kind of thing. If anyone knows a good site with an outline or summary of internet copyrights, I'd be appreciative.
I think this is awesome. As a girl who has quite strongly desired to have a hybrid car when possible, for environmental reasons, this is a very welcome discovery. In this age of incredible science, there is no excuse for the slow movement forward in finding alternative energy sources. Kudos to this company for creating an alternative, and to Willie Nelson for offering what publicity his name holds. I found this link on the blog of the Practical Hippie, and thought I should repost it to offer what small publicity my blog affords.
This has also served to remind me of the music of my childhood. My parents listened to nothing but country, and I grew up on some of the older stuff. I recall some Willie Nelson songs I liked...I should find some copies of them. And maybe some of the old Statler Brothers. I loved the Statler Brothers. I hate new country, but some of the older stuff was wonderful. I've got some Johnny Cash, but that's it right now. I should work on expanding that area of my music collection.
I am much amused and pleased by the title of "Practical Hippie". My boyfriend jokes and calls me a hippy sometimes. I definitely have hippy leanings, but if I had thought of the phrase first, I think I would have liked to have been considered a practical hippy. I did not think of the phrase first though, so I won't try to claim it ;) I still think the best title I've ever been given was "Queen of the Harpies". I was called this by a guy who didn't really like me much, and he certainly didn't mean it as a compliment. However, it appealed to my imagination, and I was very entertained with the idea of having an army of harpies at my bidding. That would be kind of cool. So I took the title with pleasure, which I think only annoyed that guy more.
A little while ago I made a post about why I don't drink or do drugs. I also said in it that I don't generally have a problem with other people doing them, as I feel everyone is free to make their own choices.
I still believe that, but a recent event has been troubling me. This article has the details. While my moral issues with marijuana are less than those with other drugs, I think this shows that a serious price may have been paid for the joint you're smoking.
Some people have said that this tragedy is an argument in favor of legalization. I won't say it isn't. Fight for legalization to your heart's content, but until it is legal, you should stop and think about what your purchase of weed has supported, and possibly contributed to.
I'm sorry to preach, I usually try to avoid that, but this horrid event has touched me and I could not ignore it.
The story I posted about yesterday is continuing to grow. Last night I was inspired to write a legend for the world I am creating. The thing I am very impressed with is that I finished it. That's the first story I've finished in years. So now my world has a legend, and is a little closer to being complete. I am pleased.
It has been there for a few weeks now. I'm impressed by it's tenacity, and its slow but steady growth.
I used to write a lot when I was younger. I wrote a lot of short stories, most of them bad, though I didn't realize that at the time. I love to read, and love to write, and I used to think to myself that maybe I would be a writer someday. As I've gotten older though, the stories in my head have been few and far between. I am also tormented by being able to start stories, but never being able to finish them. They always start out so well, but just kind of taper off as I lose where I thought I was going with them. The great literary visions in my head never seem to translate well to actual writing.
I have, recently, had a bit more inspiration than I have in a while. I haven't actually finished any stories, but I've started more of them in the last few months than I had in the last few years previously. I'm pleased with this, as I enjoy writing. This blog is at least partly a reflection of my desire to write, and have people read what I write.
The story in my head right now is bigger than most of the little inspirations that come to me. At random times in the day a new idea will come to me. My subconscious is thinking up a world, putting people in it and writing its history and mythology. It is still very sketchy and there are huge gaps in it, but I'm liking it so far. I hope this story continues to grow in my head, and I hope even more that it eventually makes it to paper.
Spring break is over (*sob*) and tomorrow I go back to the grind. I'm back in res, my boy having driven me home again. It was snowing and really yucky for a while there. Thankfully, my boyfriend is a wonderful driver, and we got home safe, with my internal panicking kept to a minimum.
In case anyone was wondering "But did she get to drive??", no, I did not. My boy was feeling well enough to make the whole trip. I'm ok with that though, because he's a much better driver than me, and the more I thought about it, the more I was nervous about doing it. I'm never comfortable with the thought of driving other people's cars (which is ironic, because I've never had my own car, and have only driven other people's cars).
We went snowboarding yesterday, and the peasants rejoiced. I haven't been boarding for years, and I missed it. I am very sore today, but it's a good kind of sore. My boyfriend had never been snowboarding before. He sprained his thumb, but he says he'd go again anyways, so that's something.
It was good to have a week off. I'm not really sad to be back here with class imminent, but I can't say I really missed it either. Ah well, the semester is almost over. Maybe real life will start someday soon. I look forward to that.
I'm a typical 30-something, trying to figure out what I'm going to be when I grow up. I fit the personality profile of a pisces to perfection, but my horoscope is never right.
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