Day 60: Blue Skies

Yes. In the unemployment world, 24 hours can be 72 hours, too. Kind of missed the past couple of days writing. It was the blue skies this time. When winter turns to summer in Edmonton, nothing else seems to matter except for those blue skies. And whose bottles you take in the back alley. The hobos get pretty pissed off if they see you scoop their payload. I'll remember that for the next time.

I can honestly say that last week was an entire disaster. No jobs, no prospects, no nothing. I've reduced myself to striving for a class 3 driver's license in the hopes of making enough money to pay for rent. I shouldn't sound so snobby about it, it really is a decent job. You're outdoors and on your own most of the time, no office politics to deal with for 12 hours. Just a few rednecks with some sexist comments, nothing that they won't take back 30 seconds after saying it when I'm finished with them (I aim for the throat). The rednecks are the easy ones to deal with, easy to distract, easy to please; basic guys with no secret agenda.

The office staff with pictures of their children on their desk are not so easy to deal with. Somehow, you have to make them feel like their "number one", even if they are total idiots. That's kind of hard for me, I usually say whatever comes into my head, "Wow, that's an ugly baby picture. But I guess all babies are ugly." or "You should really get that goiter removed from your face and put on some makeup, not everyone can pull the au natural look off." or "Really dude? You think that there is actually a female out there that will come within a 10 foot radius of you unless they had to, like me?" or "1980 called, they want their sweater back.", "I vaguely remember GPS being installed inside that cockpit yet you still can't find your head from your ass. Amazing.", "I'm not hungover, I'm drunk.", "I drink because your voice pierces my brain and your face looks like a fishhead."

I've still been applying to jobs equally to Vancouver, Toronto, and Edmonton with a few thrown in there for Calgary. But it looks like I'm here to stay in Edmonton. The blue skies get me every time I think about leaving. And to be honest with you, I'd rather be driving a truck for $20/hour in Alberta than making a "career move" for $15/hour in the big cities. "Career" just means someone has power over you, anyway. Time to do things for myself, my new career is just being me.