Errr…I wish. More like “LOOKING FOR A JOB ALL THE TIME!”  But in all fairness I’ve been having a wicked last few days.

The pride parade on saturday was wild. I can’t believe how gay my neighborhood is, and I mean that in the best possible way. It put any other parade I’ve ever seen to shame, seeing as it started at noon and wasn’t even close to done when we stopped watching two hours later. Did I mention that this parade was about two blocks away from my place? The parade itself was mediocre, but the best floats were the ones for the gay bars. Dudes with bodies that they had to work for, and chicks of all shapes and sizes, all dancing away in their underwear to hardcore techno music. One wicked float was done up like it was a 50’s milkshake diners, and they had a live band playing ska/rock on it!

So that was sunday, my second day here. Monday was fairly uneventful, we had a tearful goodbye with lisa’s family and Alysha, and then the job hunt started. I started off locally, sticking to Davie St. (the street my apartment is on).  Dropped off a three resumes: at a restaurant, a sex toy store, and a headshop. The sex toy shop had this fat chick working at the counter….oh man. I mean, I’m a nice guy right? She just was not impressed at all, and didn’t even want to tell me her name. Just a a straight up bitch.  I went in, dropped off the resume and talked myself up, and she hands me this application form.

“Do you have experience with sex toys?”

“Ummm….yes? I don’t know, minimal I guess.” Then she asks me if I could catch a thief. I’m thinking to myself “Could you?”

She wasn’t really having any of it, so I don’t think I have a job there. Oh well. I went to the headshop across the street to drop off a resume, and the girl working there was really nice. She told me to come back in a couple hours and talk to the owner. Unfortunately, I found  upon returning that they had JUST filled a position. Damn, that would have been wicked! Lisa and I ate dinner, started to watch “ATHF: Colon Movie for Theatres for DVD”, and passed out on the couch. 

I woke up early again this morning, printed off some more resumes, and hit the streets while lisa was still pullin’ up her pants(kidding, really). Today I went a little further than two blocks east and west. I headed down the street that I watched the pride parade on. I found a independent movie store (if you know anything about me you’ll understand), but not much else. A kitchen+eurobar that was looking for a dishwasher, which I’ll take if not only for the time being. Work is work, I’m on my last 100ish dollars… anyways, I followed this street all the way down to Robson which is like the Whyte Ave of Vancouver… except, the street I live on is a hundred times cooler than Whyte, and Robson is a hundred times cooler than the street I live on. So ya, I walked on down this Robson St. and found a cuban cigar shop! The name of the owner was Mo, and he was super friendly. He sells glass pipes, and all sorts of unique gift shop goodies, at seriously one third of the price you could find this stuff for in Edmonton. I said my good byes and carried on, and soon stumbled on a restraunt called “Cactus Club”. Alright, forget the unbelievably hot waitress who gave me the application form, the girl who interviewed me(thats right, interview right off the bat) was from Saskatchewan(where both my parents are from)! She told me that even if I couldn’t get a job as a server, the kitchen was ALWAYS hiring. Wicked, guaranteed job. I still really hope I get the serving job, it’s a pretty  high class dining place, and she said that they don’t care if I have no experience. 

So, for all of you who waded through that mess of a post, I’ll let you in on a little secret….I’ve had a bottle and a half of wine with Lisa tonight. I know what you’re thinking, “How does he maintain such composure and grammatical prowess under the influence of alcohol?” The answer my friends? Steroids. Lots and lots of steroids. Peace out. Arrivederci, aloha, sayonara, later!