I'm glad you cleared this up. I had heard, through many diluted channels, that you could be regularly seen off the coast of Greenland clubbing baby seals under the guise of an agent for Greenpeace.
In order to clear up possible confusion, I should probably explain the rather mixed-up events of the last few months.
I was working in Osoyoos as a reporter from March 2004 until the end of January 2005, and towards the end of last year a friend of mine informed me she was quitting her job as the english editor at Incheon International Airport outside of Seoul, South Korea. She told me to apply, and put in a good word.
So, like an ambitious fellow, I did just that. I went through a video interview, did the usual job-application hoop jumping, and then forgot about it for a month or so. Then they hired me.
But that wasn't the end of it. Before I could go to Korea, I had to get a work visa, and I was told it should only take a month or so. So I ended up quitting my job in Osoyoos, and headed to a friend's place in Vancouver for what I presumed would only be a couple more weeks before jumping onto a plane bound for Seoul.
Well, weeks stretched into months, and in the meantime another friend of mine told me about an interning opportunity at Metro, the new free commuter paper that was just starting up in Vancouver. So I literally showed up days before the paper hit the streets, and for two months I cranked out stories and took photos, of everything from nefarious doings on the Downtown Eastside to the Air India trial.
Finally, at the beginning of May, the Koreans got back to me to tell me my visa had been approved. But by that time my contract with them was half-done, even though I hadn't gone anywhere near the Hermit Kingdom. Had I gone, I would have had to pay for my plane tickets there and back, as well as possibly only working half a year. So the money, which was one of my prime motivators for going in the first place, became more of a liability than a positive.
So I started canvassing Vancouver for possible writing jobs. Unlike a couple of years ago, when I couldn't even get hired at some crappy retail outlet for beer money, the economy here is apparently going great guns in the summer of 2005. Within a few weeks, I managed to get hired on at the Journal of Commerce, a construction newspaper in Burnaby. And I'm still freelancing for Metro, doing the Workology section every Monday. I even managed to get off my friend's couch and into an apartment on the West End, just off Robson Street. So everything more or less worked out in the end, though it took a fair bit of screwing around to get here.
Still, I'm living in Vancouver, my favorite city in all of Canada, and I'm going to occasionally hop back to the ancestral homeland to visit my Prairie brethren. It's too bad I couldn't experience a new country and culture....but that's a game for the young. I can still take a vacation here and there.
I'm glad you cleared this up. I had heard, through many diluted channels, that you could be regularly seen off the coast of Greenland clubbing baby seals under the guise of an agent for Greenpeace.
This is all well and good but the big question is do you still hate horses?
I hate horses so much I only use the legs of a mare to club seals!
But I love the silky pleasure of a comely goat. :)
Frey's fibbin all of you, he's really covering the arts and culture beat at the Fort McLeod Journal.
Damn you Kenga, you found me out! Nothing to see here, move along!
That reminds me, don't forget to send me your review of Fort McLeod secondary's production of "Ubu Roi."
I've been lookng forward to it.
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