I know it’s all gone quiet over here, but it’s not through lack of things to tell, more the fact I’ve been trying to find work and do other useful things rather than dedicate time to writing here, combined with the fact that every time I sit down to write something it usually turns into something of an epic session, and I have like 6 posts to knock out… Maybe tomorrow.
Anyway, I’m still alive, there’s been a semblance of summer this week – a couple of days it was mid to high 20s and I went down to the beach one afternoon to check it out. Very nice.
Today I went to Commercial Drive to meet a guy about a job (or dog, insert as appropriate), and after having been in the same coffee place for about 45 minutes he finally remembered that I’d given him a description of what I’d be wearing and came over to ask if I was me. By this time I was already cursing Canadians for being useless, not helped by the fact that I’d dribbled some of my single mocha whip down my white t-shirt. Still, better late than not at all, although these people should all really have ‘cellphones’. Tssk. After the initial setback it was actually an altogether pleasant experience though as turns out we share quite a few interests, plus he might be able to get me more work in the future :)
Commercial Drive is somewhat more ‘ghetto’ than downtown – lots of shady looking South Americans, many, many ‘alternative’ types covered in tattoos and the usual down & outs. Having said that it’s still pretty vibrant and doesn’t share the same sinister atmosphere as downtown East side. I went on a bit of a wander round because in between finishing talking to the guy at 3pm and meeting Yuki (plus friend) to go to Metrotown around 4 I had an hour to kill. Having walked 10 blocks from 2nd Avenue up to 12th Avenue and then back down to 4th I thought I’d probably covered enough and went to get lunch at some Mongolian BBQ place. The food was not altogether dissimilar to the Mongolie Grill in Whistler, which I mentioned in a post a loooong time ago, although this meal only set me back around $6.50 compared with the ~$30 you’d be paying in Whistler. Damn tourist traps.
After that went shopping, mostly for groceries, which is all I ever seem to shop for these days, but picked up a t-shirt in the sales that cost ten pounds. Bargain. In England I can guarantee it would have been 25. Also meant I could walk round wearing something clean :)
Went for dinner on Davie St. in one of the many, many restaurants – we picked a very nice Japanese place – watched some TV, and now here I am!
About jobs though, I have 2 things on at the moment (hooray) doing freelance web development, which is all good. Money at last!