An Update...

...So here are how things are in Canada. Different is not even the word. I've included some pictures of Vancouver throughout the post.

The Job Situation

So there seems to be lots of jobs available in Vancouver. Even more if you are like me and are not picky. At the moment, I am still not used to this whole not working thing and need something to keep me going. I much prefer lounging around all day if I know my bills are paid. So I have exhausted Craigslist and applied for all things my experience allows me to try out for. I also applied for minimum wage jobs as well as junior jobs and many jobs that I have no experience in but that I think I'd be great at.

Canadian employers do not think I'm that great. Or if they do, they are very subtle about it. By subtle I mean, you do not hear any feedback. I am close to 50 job applications in the two weeks I have been here, I have probably heard back from 7. And hearing back sometimes is a phone interview which is a precursor to an actual interview. Getting the actual interview is a whole other ball game. Never ever will I be unappreciative of the simple "Your application has not been successful." automated email. At least that gives me closure.

The only way I handle all of this while remaining positive (because I have literally only been here for 18 days and it's not the worst thing ever) is my years of experience dealing with boys who never get back to me. I have been on many dates with guys where I feel I show off my impressive pop culture knowledge, my amazing jokes (this one's debatable) as well as all my great wife material skills. And then after a few days I hear zilch from the boys. At first I wonder why, why, like seriously why not. I'd date the hell out of me. I have friends and gay guys who would all want a piece of this but not this guy. And then I get super mad at the boy. How dare this simple boy who isn't even that cute reject me. Does he not know how lucky he would have been to have this on his arm. I could have rocked his world. And then I use a lot of four letter words and curse the day he was born. Then I get a little sad and then I realise, screw it, I have other shit to worry about.

So at the moment, I still apply to all jobs and I only spend a few minutes thinking about how the employers are missing out on their one in a million.

The Living Situation

Oh boy, is this a tough one too. I lived in the city in Cape Town and it was everything. I grew up in the suburbs and I can tell you, I belong in a city. I like noise, I like shops and bars and I like walking places, taking cheap taxis, being around people. I don't want gardens, I don't want quiet, I don't want suburbia. I have nothing against it but I feel for a new city, I need to be in the thick of things. Sadly, Vancouver does not want me to be happy.

The places in the centre of town, Downtown, the West End, Coal Harbour, Yale Town, are available. But they cost millions of rands. False, they don't cost that much but when you are unemployed and still thinking in another currency, they seem like the unattainable dream. And the majority of rooms that are available are scary.

A big thing in Vancouver is sharing rooms. There are a lot of colleges and universities so it makes sense. Except when you are 27. Because I ain't got time for that. So that immediately crosses out all the great places in my budget. The ones at the end of my budget are also great, if they were private rooms. Another Vancouver thang is living rooms, i.e. people sleeping in living rooms. It's so common to view a great room and find out that it's actually a cordoned-off living room. Normally they're a huge space which if desperate could work. Other times it comes with weird rules like the one guy who stated no noise after 8pm. Not no cooking or no watching TV, no noise. Not even bathroom visits. There was more than one reason I declined that place.

So sadly it looks like my dreams of being in the Downtown area are being squashed. The only good news is that there is more than one happening area. This is not like new up-and-coming areas but there are other places that have noise and bars and shops and people my age that tick all of my boxes. And they're in my price range. So things are looking up.

The Other Stuff

I am obsessed with root beer. I buy lots of it.

I am in a coffee lover's dream world. Everywhere I look I am able to get a cup. It costs a lot so I save it for treats. And I get mad when they misspell my name.

Drinking costs a lot here. So when I do have a drink I savour it. I also have a new appreciation for ciders
and beers. You get a lot here and it's the cheaper option.

Canadians are still very nice.

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Vancouver, eh!

So last week Tuesday I took an early evening flight to what I hoped would be the big great risk of my life. I've always played it safe so the fact that I hopped on a plane (after years of planning and not spontaneously mind you, I'm not completely crazy) to a place I'd never been, didn't know anyone and was not guaranteed a job was a big thing.

On the day I was chilled. At the airport, much to the disgust of some of my friends (you know who you are girl) I was chilled. On the flight to London, I was chilled. The whole big thing, apart from not being employed ,has been one great big ride and I'm still very happy and not at all scared. Knowing myself, I do expect a freak out soon. One of those panic attacks where I cannot stop crying and look gross and people actively avoid me because I look so bad, they think it's contagious.

So after a long-ass flight to London on British Airways - which was actually lovely. Delicious food (still a fat kid), extra pillow and had an empty seat next to me so I could sleep for a while. I arrived at Heathrow, nearly freaked out at Passport control, both because I was nervous and scared and also because I saw Amish people. Then I made my way to Terminal 2. With about 90 minutes to kill and 20 pounds I soon made friends with all the coffee shops. I also spent way too much time in Boots. Their entire miniature travel range is enough to bankrupt me. I wanted to buy everyone despite the fact that I had proper, normal-sized versions of everything in my suitcase. I ended up only getting some Soap and Glory stuff on their 3-for-2 special.

Since I didn't know when I was next going to be touching down in London town, ever the grownup, I spent the rest of the money on sweets. Mostly for the plane but also for my host. One more coffee and then I made my way to the Air Canada terminal.

Oh Air Canada. After a really good flight on BA, Air Canada was a bit of a change. The flight was safe, the hostesses friendly and the entertainment good but it was just different. A little bit less glam but again, safe and friendly which is all that counts at the end. I also had the best welcome when I got into my seat.

After 9ish hours, I traveled back in time and landed at Vancouver International Airport. Getting through passport control was nice and easy. My bags even arrived a few minutes later. Immigration on the other hand was not as fun. Despite the hot officers in their sexy uniforms (seriously, it was like an advertising campaign) it took forever. Almost two hours later I emerged with a brand new work permit and had it grilled into me I was *not* to stay longer the date on there. They are so serious and strict that I would have given away my first adopted baby if they told me to.

I'd arranged accommodation for the first month through AirBnB. So after letting my host know I was on the way, I got accustomed to the Skytrain. Now at the risk of sounding like a horrible person, I am not au fait with public transport. It's just not something I needed to take in my younger days. I realise I sound awful. Later in life I used the MyCiti but when it came to trains and other buses, I never shall I say had the opportunity. And now I've been spoiled for life. The transport here is fast, clean and the best bit air conditioned. It changes everything. I bought my ticket, dragged my bags on and then sat for about 20 minutes and arrived at the station.

I'm currently staying in Burnaby which is a great suburb outside of Zone 1 and the main city centre. It's beautiful, just the right amount of noise and has what I think is the world's largest shopping mall. It took me two days to see all the shops and now at the risk of getting lost, I only venture to the one side.

The house and my host are very similar to your favourite, crazy aunt. She is lovely, very welcoming and the house is definitely a home. She's been quick to help me with lots of information and made the whole process a lot easier. There are several other people in the house. We don't always see each other but when we do everyone is lovely.

So far, so good!

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It's Finally Here!

After years of planning, saving, stressing, rejoicing and agonising today is the day I leave Cape Town for Canada.

I'll be documenting as much as I can, so keep on reading.

Wish me luck!

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Saying Goodbye to 2013...

...before we can start 2014 with a positive attitude and all that diet shit, I need a moment to reflect on the amazing December that is wrapping up today. Sorry for the lack of posts but here is a roundup of the best things that have happened this past month.

Saying goodbye to a legend

Festive baking and crafts

MCQP with my Peeps

CHRISTMAS

Watching Love Actually at the open air cinema

Pool Day

Cape Town Living

Happy New Year Bitches!

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Out and About in Town

The great thing about Cape Town...there's always a new place to discover. There's always a new festive event and there's always new experiences at old favourites.

Over the past couple of weeks we've been out and about in town discovering new coffee shops, visiting markets and finding the perfect way to end a night.

In a mini version of our Coffee Club, we tried out the new Yours Truly in Kloof Street. We visited the one in Long ages ago and it still boasts the best cup of coffee I've ever had. This branch is attached to a very hip hostel which explains all the good looking boys with accents. The location (Kloof Street aka the street of cool) explains why it's always full.

  

 

 In the day it's the place to get your caffeine and sandwich on while at night, it's bustling with cute boys in skinny jeans and lots of girls with fringes in tights and their gran's jumpers. Not that I am knocking it. It was awesome and looks like a fun place to spend an evening. If we can ever get a table. If you're keen, make sure you get there early. It's never not busy.

I was so miserable this day. I had a cold sore and thought no one would ever love me.

 

House and Leisure had their Night Market at Wembly Square recently. Despite the wind howling outside, the place was packed. Sadly it was more of a food market (not that I am complaining, it's the way markets should be for me) than design and homeware but it was still good. We walked around, bought some treats including an amazing ceramic brooch and had some of the best Dim Sum ever. It was so good there wasn't time to take pictures.

 

 

 

My new brooch of awesomeness.

To celebrate a bestie's birthday we visited The Tap Room in Salt River. Like Woodstock it's becoming the place to be. This little bar/restaurant/lounge is kinda hidden but once you find it you'll be glad. It's home to the Devil's Peak Brewing company so there is some great craft beer on hand. I tried two and one left me a little underwhelmed but the other was quite tasty. Please just don't ask me for names, i notice words like caramel, richness and smooth when ordering drinks.

 

 

They also serve some other liquors and food. The food deserves a mention. We weren't going to eat but after watching tray after tray of food porn pass us by we couldn't resist. Their pulled pork sandwich can change lives, it's that good.

Power and The Glory is my favourite place for a G&T and a hot dog. But sometimes you're not in the mood to drink. I am always in the mood to eat though. But those are personal issues I am working on. So when the summer night doesn't call for gin, it calls for iced coffees. And cookies! Chilled, relaxed, awesome.

 

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