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Early last Thursday, after a visit to Emploi Quebec, I was all set to enroll in a *six month French course to be funded by the province. A sizable undertaking, maybe, but I must confess: I felt myself growing eager at the prospect of accomplishing this.
However...
Plans changed drastically when Eric invited me to meet him for a dejeuner date at Wendy's. As I inhaled my mandarin chicken salad he sheepishly confessed that his boss had just offered him a plum position at the... wait for it !... Toronto office.
Oy -- whatta roller coaster !
So, it looks as though I'm destined to remain unilingual for at least a while longer. This also means I'll be able to get back to work post-haste, though, as luck would have it, Quebec and Ontario are the only two provinces with regulations concerning who can perform phlebotomy (scary, eh ?) I imagine I'll have to take --and foot the bill for-- some sort of test irrespective of the fact I've punctured literally thousands of arms, hands, and feet in my day. An email has been sent to the Ontario Association of Medical Laboratories and I'm awaiting further details.
Eric's been in T.O. since Sunday and on Friday I'll be joining him. If all goes well we'll find an apartment this weekend and be outta here by April 1st. I've been browsing various rental sites and am flabbergasted by Toronto's high cost of accomodation; for the price of a hideous basement dump there, one could rent spacious and immaculate quarters in Montréal or Halifax. Anyway, this place looks like it might have potential... that is to say I don't see any brobdingnagian cockroaches posing for the camera.
More later. Now I need to get out of my jammies and head to the bank where I will engage in epic battle with the manager:
Darling Fascist Bullyboy,
Give me some more money, you bastard.
May the seed of your loin be fruitful in the belly of your woman,
Melissa
*Will elaborate on this at my next writing.
However...
Plans changed drastically when Eric invited me to meet him for a dejeuner date at Wendy's. As I inhaled my mandarin chicken salad he sheepishly confessed that his boss had just offered him a plum position at the... wait for it !... Toronto office.
Oy -- whatta roller coaster !
So, it looks as though I'm destined to remain unilingual for at least a while longer. This also means I'll be able to get back to work post-haste, though, as luck would have it, Quebec and Ontario are the only two provinces with regulations concerning who can perform phlebotomy (scary, eh ?) I imagine I'll have to take --and foot the bill for-- some sort of test irrespective of the fact I've punctured literally thousands of arms, hands, and feet in my day. An email has been sent to the Ontario Association of Medical Laboratories and I'm awaiting further details.
Eric's been in T.O. since Sunday and on Friday I'll be joining him. If all goes well we'll find an apartment this weekend and be outta here by April 1st. I've been browsing various rental sites and am flabbergasted by Toronto's high cost of accomodation; for the price of a hideous basement dump there, one could rent spacious and immaculate quarters in Montréal or Halifax. Anyway, this place looks like it might have potential... that is to say I don't see any brobdingnagian cockroaches posing for the camera.
More later. Now I need to get out of my jammies and head to the bank where I will engage in epic battle with the manager:
Darling Fascist Bullyboy,
Give me some more money, you bastard.
May the seed of your loin be fruitful in the belly of your woman,
Melissa
*Will elaborate on this at my next writing.