Monday, January 26, 2004
I'm moving to Canada. It's beginning to sink in.
I appreciate that Canada is not perfect. I am well aware that Canada has its share of "gits". I've also seen Canada and the UK in action, grass-roots level, and I'm quite happy that Brits beat Canadians in the git stakes.
Two weeks today the removal team will turn up, pack a load of stuff into boxes, and disappear with instructions to float the entire lot across the Atlantic and up the St Lawrence. This means our bed will have travelled through Quebec, but you can't have everything.
I logged into workopolis.com today, and checked the open jobs in the GTA. I found a LAN/Support job at the Bank of Montreal. I clicked on the "apply for this job" button and was taken to their own employment agency. I had to fill in pages of info, and the entire process took over an hour. (If you're reading this and you're part of the Bank of Montreal hiring department, then it was the most interesting and enlightening hour I have spent in my life. Have my babies.)
Check marks are great things. Today I managed to draw a load of them against the list of things to do. We now have a small piece of paper with the to-do list on it, much reduced from the long list of yesterday. Many utilities are now cancelled as of the day we complete, loose ends are beginning to be tied up, and I suppose you could say that the jigsaw of emigration now has all the straight edges in the right place and we've sorted the grass pieces from the sky ones. Knowing my luck, there's a piece missing, but I bet it's down the back of the sofa.
Thought for the day: If Earth is a rental, we've lost the deposit for sure.
I appreciate that Canada is not perfect. I am well aware that Canada has its share of "gits". I've also seen Canada and the UK in action, grass-roots level, and I'm quite happy that Brits beat Canadians in the git stakes.
Two weeks today the removal team will turn up, pack a load of stuff into boxes, and disappear with instructions to float the entire lot across the Atlantic and up the St Lawrence. This means our bed will have travelled through Quebec, but you can't have everything.
I logged into workopolis.com today, and checked the open jobs in the GTA. I found a LAN/Support job at the Bank of Montreal. I clicked on the "apply for this job" button and was taken to their own employment agency. I had to fill in pages of info, and the entire process took over an hour. (If you're reading this and you're part of the Bank of Montreal hiring department, then it was the most interesting and enlightening hour I have spent in my life. Have my babies.)
Check marks are great things. Today I managed to draw a load of them against the list of things to do. We now have a small piece of paper with the to-do list on it, much reduced from the long list of yesterday. Many utilities are now cancelled as of the day we complete, loose ends are beginning to be tied up, and I suppose you could say that the jigsaw of emigration now has all the straight edges in the right place and we've sorted the grass pieces from the sky ones. Knowing my luck, there's a piece missing, but I bet it's down the back of the sofa.
Thought for the day: If Earth is a rental, we've lost the deposit for sure.
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