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Dear Diary,

It seems it’s been 3 months since my last entry. Many things have happened in 3 months and I think being the keeper of my history, you should be apprised of them. I think it’s only fair, that you are available to me whenever I want to reminisce about days past that I treat you with the same respect and use you whenever possible.

We left off where I was explaining how incredibly wonderful my flight home from Bermuda was. The flight from Toronto to Winnipeg was rather uneventful, ending with Ashley picking me up from the airport, and laughing at me for wanting to go straight to McDonald’s. What can I say; going 6 months without that greasy cardboard taste was like a lifetime.

I spent the first month of being home trying to find employment with any kind of office. Process development or just general support, just something to get me out of the house. During this search, I was contacted by a guy who works with TiVo in San Jose who had by chance come across another website I started with an ex-coworker a couple years ago (which is still up and running) and wanted me to go through their employee knowledgebase and streamline it. Unfortunately, this was over a month ago and I haven’t heard from him at all since those first few days, so I’m assuming that it’s dead in the water.

Since then, I’ve taken a position at a Sobey’s less than a 15 minute walk from my house, where I am a combination customer service clerk (I sell lottery tickets and cigarettes) and file maintenance admin (I am responsible for ensuring that the week’s price downloads from corporate are set up correctly, and I print out any new price tags and signs). If I was to say “I hate this job,” it would be like someone who just had both arms and legs ripped off saying that an aspirin would be fine. Call it an issue with pride, or whatever you like, but going from a near-$60K/year position where I was asked to come down to a (sub-)tropical island, to a position where I actually am forced to ask “would you like paper or plastic?” is just degrading.

Anyways, that brings us roughly to now, where the only other thing relatively important in my life is the girl that I’m seeing. Her name is Ashleigh (no, not Ashley), she’s the Marketing Co-ordinator at Investor’s Group, and (surprise of surprises) wants to get the hell out of Winnipeg and go to…..wait for it…..Calgary! Since we’ve only been seeing each other for a few weeks, we’re not exactly trying to build a family or anything, but I’ve been spending as much time as I can, trying to find her a job and an apartment out there. (Yes, you read that right: for the first time in my life, I’m not going to try and rush things, and we’re going to get our own places out there while we still get to know each other.) In terms of work, I have two standing job offers in Calgary at the moment (one for $65K/yr, the other for about $45K/yr), and if I wanted more money than that, I could always hit Monster.ca or something. For living arrangements, a friend of mine bought a house a few weeks before I left Calgary last time and has an empty room that I could rent, so I have everything for myself taken care of; it’s just a matter of getting Ashleigh ready.

Also, I’m currently suffering from tonsilitis. Which wouldn’t be so bad, except that it’s the second time in as many months that I’ve had it and I’m really wishing my stupid doctor would just recommend that I get the surgery so I could go back to leading a normal funny-voice-free life.