Servitude

If patience is a virtue, then I'm friggin' Mother Theresa. I hope none of you were actually hoping to converse with me while I'm overseas, because it seems that the Canadian phone companies have a vendetta out against me. I think my dreams of an iPhone might need to be put on hold until I get home; it's just way too difficult and confusing. I'm not going to go into it, it will only alienate you and make me more frustrated. So facebook and skype it is my dear friends.

This week for me signals the start of 'job search week', which basically involves me making a concerted effort to find employment. Up until now I have been half-heartedly emailing a few resumes without any real success. And I don't blame them. If I was a cafe owner I probably wouldn't be inclined to hire some vagabond Australian who's sat on her arse in an office for the last 2.5 years over some local whiz-kid waitress who can carry drinks and not spill them on people. That's the pinnacle of multi-tasking if you ask me.

So today I did some shortlisting of jobs advertised online, and I applied for a 'burger blogger' position. Eating and writing about it - sounded like my dream job so I was right onto that one. I have been feverishly checking my inbox but no reply so far. Ho well. Considering applying for a position at an Irish pub. Also a quality assurance position for a bottling company...that made me think it might have something to do with beer so I was interested. Other than that there's not much around. I might have to just walk down College Street and hand in my resume at a few places. You never know, someone might feel sorry for me.

Basically I'm looking for anything paying minimum wage and affording me the very lowest degree of responsibility. Experience schmerience. I think employers would find if they gave me half a chance that I can do just as lousy a job as anyone else can. Maybe I should add that last paragraph to my resume. Compelling stuff.