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2005-05-24 - 11:50 a.m. So. First things first. I lied about the job at the swank Indian restaurant. Well, insofar as they lied to me about having been hired. After bringing me in for an "orientation" shift and only tipping me out $20 for 4 hours, they didn't phone back for a week and then finally let me know that they didn't actually need more staff. Lovely. None of my friends will boycott this restaurant, because it is a Calgary favourite amongst most of the crew. So. Blablabla.
Oh, and a waitressing job as well. At another restaurant. Because we all know that one full-time job won't be enough to make me crazy *cough* after a month of being unemployed *cough cough*.
Oh yeah. Not just for Burning Man. So I haven't mentioned the really really exciting and wonderful news yet. I got into my Masters program at CSFU!!! Not only is the program itself looking amazing, but they also have a Victim Services certificate that I'm SO incredibly excited about. It's offered in conjunction with the Departments of Criminology and Women's Studies, and covers such lively topics as rape! domestic violence! and incest! Hooray -- things I've already researched, things that will be professionally invaluable to me, things that will tear my heart to shreds but otherwise make me a better person all round -- and certainly a better counsellor*, in the long run. *I have to get used to spelling that the American way now, so I don't look like a twit who can't spell my own degree: 'counselor.' Damn, that looks weird. I get to move to California in August!!! I've already found a roommate who appears to be just the right combination of dorky hipster goodness and incredibly friendly, all-knowing knowledgeable social snob... or something -- I'm horrible at describing people -- but yes, he sounds great and I'm super excited at the thought of meeting him and all his friends. But most of all, I'm excited at the thought of eating organic citrus fruit that is in-season and available locally all year round, of going to San Francisco for weekends away, of doing yoga on the beach and having my brother-in-law come down for a visit and get beat up by all the cute uber-territorial surfer boys when he tries to catch a wave, of having any and/or ALL my friends visit me for weekends at the beach, of the National parks only an hour's drive away, and of being so close to some really big and beautiful Burning Man communities and fire enclaves.
Because no journey is ever complete without some serious body modification... Sexing the Cherry by Jeanette Winterson, one of my very favourite books ever, starts each chapter with a simple line drawing of either a pineapple or a banana. Sailors, when they began their journeys, would have one songbird tattooed onto them, with the superstition that the journey would end successfully simply because the symmetrical mirror-image tattoo needed to be engraved onto their body. If you can't see where this is going, you're blind. It will be a much more intentional tattoo than my last one (intentional in the sense that it is being very specifically chosen to frame the journey of my Masters' degree, as opposed to this one:
which was very much a congratulatory present to myself for completing my first degree, but which was not chosen until I was already six years into said B.Arts). I'm very pleased at the thought of it. Finding the money may be difficult, but I'm sure it won't be impossible. An amazing bit of art To leave you on a lovely note, this has been completly stolen from a friend of a friend, and I think it's wonderful.
--mopheaded: (verb/noun/adjective)
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