Day 45: Leaving Edmonton?

Yesterday was a complete write-off. Never felt so homesick for Ontario and trees, grass (not the grass you smoke), water, friends, family, etc in my life. It hit me like a sledgehammer, and it took everything I had in me to not hop in my car and keep driving. Except for the fact I'm penny-less. I would have been trapped in Red Deer, nothing short of a complete and utter tragedy.

I'm not really seeing the job possibilities out here. I've applied, trust me. Or maybe I'm purposely trying to derail my efforts in order to experience the smog of Toronto again. It's difficult to tell. I guess I really miss driving 2 hours to get 20km. I miss my singalongs on the 401. Nickleback was my favorite. I could never be more off-key than him. And trust me, I tried. 401 westbound at 5pm, I belted it out to every single passing car. Made some friends that way. And made some enemies. They called me Ashley Simpson. I think she's pretty.

Another downside to staying in Alberta is the men. The men out here are rather difficult to understand. Sometimes it's just better to force a fork through your skull than reason with an Albertan man. Or better yet, force a fork through their skull. A little lobotomy never killed anyone. Well, since the 70s anyway. Maybe it's just me, who knows. Please don't comment on that, I'm feeling rather sensitive this week. Suck it up, right? Done.

So the race is on. I'm applying equally to jobs in Toronto and jobs in Alberta. We'll see how things go the next couple of weeks. See, if I go back to Toronto, I get to play air hockey again at my friend Kam's house. Every weekend. Not everyone knows this, but everything revolves around air hockey. We're going to need new pucks, though. We BBQed the last ones. However I don't believe that was my fault, it did happen sometime between the time I passed out on the table and the time I woke up to the cracking of her morning beer. She really knows how to make an entrance. Anyways, apparently she's adapted her game to the melted pucks and nobody can win against her. She's goooood. So if I stay in Alberta, I'll have to get my own air hockey table, medical team (air hockey is dangerous, I've got some pretty ugly scars to prove it), and my own way of fixing the game. Then I can be the queen of air hockey. Life would be perfect...