So after a longish hiatus, I’m returning to my blogoranting. Settle down kids, I know you missed me. Now shut up and let me pour my dead heart out.
I’m now located in (M) New Brunswick, my hometown. Coming back, I remember I left here for a reason. Nothing much to do, nothing much to see, and 1000 kms away from any real action. My roots may be here, but my heart is somewhere in a strip club in Montreal (right next to my wallet). I’m trying to remain positive about my shift in direction, but you have to remember it wasn’t voluntary. I was stuck in Montreal with no money and no opportunities, one bill away from joining the screaming hobo who lived across from my apartment. I have a fancy-pants arts degree that is worth about three wooden nickels in the current job market. My job experience is all over the map, so I technically qualify for everything, but don’t have enough experience for anyone.
And so I transfer my hunt into another province, somewhere where candidates don’t fight each other with broken pool cues just to get a second interview. No, here my credentials mean something, and my skills might be worth a damn. So in that respect, I’m probably better off here. Plus, not being a pur laine Quebecois in Quebec is a quick way to get booted off the market. Here, I’m a local, and I know the ropes.
As you can see, I’m trying to justify this as best I can. It’s hard, I’ll admit. I left behind a life of fun and non-stop entertainment (not to mention gorgeous women) to return to a quiet province where fatalities due to moose encounters outnumber gang hits by a fair margin. But I do look forward to the scenery, the rolling backroads, the lack of police patrols… Living in the Maritimes usually means you have to make your own entertainment that doesn’t involve paying a scantily clad college girl to grind your crotch.
I thought all would go smoothly in the transition, but a lot is getting affected negatively. My relationship is strained, my friends here are already sick of seeing me, and my friends from Montreal are pissed that I left them behind. Meanwhile I’m continuing the job search, which is a bit tougher because opportunities that don’t involve manning a cashier or hammering nails into something are a bit thin on the ground here.
So here I am, bored, still unemployed, and sorry to leave my Montreal life behind. I hope I have done my part in brightening up your day.
I.A.
