Well well well, we are at Friday again and quite the week it was. Not too much going on but it was great none the less. Elizabeth Taylor is gone but the woman had class and I have to say did the most amazing thing at her own funeral. She had it in her will to show up 15 minutes late for her own service, she wanted to be fashionably late, I think I will try that when I die.
Cindy is on her way back from LA and will be going home to PG tonight, wish I could have seen more of her and got to visit her a bit longer, but we get what we get. I also passed on the interview with the hotel in Fort St John. and I did this cause I am not sure Matt would ever want to move to a northern town, though I am sure he may consider moving to Toronto and maybe even Calgary if I got a job offer there. Very glad that I didn't go for the telephone interview in Fort St John, can't imagine living way up north there again anytime in my life. It was hard enough when I was in the closet , can you imagine now with all my gayness. God I would likely be killed!
Hopefully I will get a job here soon, getting very discouraged and kind of disgusted with the whole search thing and the lack of damn interviews I am getting. It is not like I am not out there and trying and I apply for a lot of jobs every day. Guess maybe I am just not meant to get a job here in Vancouver maybe, because it has never been this hard anywhere else in my life.
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