New #1 Room mate! Job Hunting!

Finally seem to be closing in on a job.... probably. Wednesday I found a couple of coffee shop places that were hiring, and said they might get back to me in the next couple of days.... but they all say that. I can't remember what I did that evening, so it can't have been very eventful, JP joined the girls who went to Bingo... Gay Bingo, and hilariously he won! Had to kiss a drag queen and everything (I hope he doesn't read this).
Thursday I went over to North Vancouver with JP and job hunted there. We hit the two largest Malls, and the only places that were hiring was a Staples and an outdoor store. So I'll drop there application forms back today. But I'm not really expecting much. I felt downright depressed that evening still seems like there's no sign of a job in the works. I was also beginning to get a bit fed up with staying in a hostel. All these kids traveling the world without a care, then me stuck here looking for a fricking job. Its the first time I sat with a random person at breakfast and didn't make the effort to chat to them (Using standard back packer opening question No #1:- "So, where you from?") Luckily that evening I bumped into my new German room mate and we had a chat for a few hours in the Hostel eating area, which lifted my spirits. In Germany you get 5 days a year off work a year that you can use to "study". You can also save these days up, so after two years he had 10 days off work to "study". So he's out here doing an English course (his English is near perfect already). As long as he gets a certificate then he has used the days as required. This "course" involves day trips to various parts of the city, and out of it at weekends. Then he is going to use his normal work holiday to return back to Canada in a few weeks with his girlfriend. We need to get this system implemented in the UK immediately.
Friday now feeling a bit more upbeat, and chatting at breakfast again. I returned to the hard streets of Vancouver in search of work. You will have me Vancouver! First off, I found I post on craigslist looking for a dishwasher. Its weird hours and in an awkward part of town. When I got there I was told they had kind of filled the position. But the guy was being awkward about his hours. After bitching with the owners about how much of a knob this guy must be, they said they would give me a ring if he didn't turn up or it didn't work out. So a bit of hope there. Next off, back to tourist-tastic Gastown. I walked past a burger joint and noticed that unlike most, it looked smart inside, and... kinda classy. A burger joint for the people who role of the Cruise liners. So I had a long chat with the manager and he told me that they didn't have any full time work. But that some part time work would open up soon, and he may even need me the following day, and would I mind working the till, even though he only employed hot girls to do that normally. And that one of his full time staff wasn't working out at the moment, and that I might be able to replace him. This all sounds really promising. But its not the first time I've heard promising things and then been let down, for instance the cinema didn't even ring back. So we will see. Tonight I'll be either binge drinking with the girls and JP or working. So I'm not to bothered either way really. That evening me and the German guy (gotta try and find out his name) went out in Granville and had a couple of drinks. Turns out we have very vaguely interchangeable music tastes ( he likes pop punk.... ) so we will probably go for a few drinks and find a vaguely rocky club.

Quote of the last few days:- "I'm not a whore, its one of the things I'm proudest of." Amen sister. Its also one of the things I'm proudest of. On the way to my beloved out door pool on Friday some homeless guy shouted something at this girl, and she shouted back. I smiled because in the UK if some drunken homeless guy says something you don't reply and just walk on, and cry on the inside. Stiff upper lip and all that. Then random girl just starts talking to me about what he said, and what she said, etc, and we chatted all the way to the pool. That would just never happen in the UK. Along with advice from lifeguards about swimming technique. Chatting with strangers on buses. Picking up litter off the street and putting it in a bin. The list goes on.