Hey all, just a quick note to update. Nothing has been abandoned, and I will have a post coming up, perhaps in a month. You see I’m in transition. Not a psychological one (or least not intentionally or primarily or deliberately), but a physical, geographical one.

After two years, I finally have a job. I real fucking job. Not a ‘you’re a white girl, so you can work for free because you’re ‘rich’ kind of slave labour position that is constantly shoved down the throats of women like me. And not in my shithole country of Canada, where there is apparently a ‘labour shortage’, while strangely, at the same time, nobody is willing to hire over-educated, over-experienced, middle-aged white women with a strong work ethic and who show up on time and don’t play with their cell phones on the job, and who treat people nicely… No, I mean an honest-to-goodness paying, respectable job. Now, I was studying full time for the first of the two years. But these last 14 months, I can’t tell you how many jobs I’ve applied for. I almost had a job a few months ago, but I was dicked around for weeks and weeks before they cancelled it due to COVID issues. But I kept applying for whatever I could. And finally… something came up.

But I must leave my country to be employed Ahem, like I’m complaining – fuck you, Canada. I never wanted to live here ever again. Forced repatriation sucks. And no, I’m not stealing a job from some local in another country. My job is only holdable by a foreign person with my particular educational and experiential qualifications. I’m going to a country in central Asia that has barely been touched (ruined) by tourists, and I’m learning Russian, one of the official languages, which excites me to no end.

I am writing this in an airport, as I’m starting the second leg of my very long journey. This is my first chance to write in a while. It has been a rough couple of months of sketchy accommodation circumstances…, hell, a rough couple of years. Anyhow, stay tuned. The next month, for sure, will be a monster, but I’d rather that than to continue to be beaten down in a country that so clearly doesn’t want my voracious appetite and capacity for service-oriented work. And woman, I can’t wait to get back to work…

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