We have jobs! Although we are not sure if we are going to take them...yes that’s right, three days into a new country we get a job very easily in a rough job climate and we feel we have the option to be picky, perhaps a little over confident? Our new potential jobs are at Cypress Mountain, we like to think that it was our smart attire that got us the jobs, but in actual fact they were being handed out like sweets at Halloween, all you had to do was turn up. We did stand out though, as the overdressed girls; while everyone else on the free shuttle to the mountain were denim glad we had dug out the ‘smart clothes’ from the depths of our bag-packs, of black trousers and smart shirts – which were even crease-free ( benefits of the rolling packing technique). Me and Milly got jobs in the food and beverage department, while Anna, with her very low knowledge of skiing equipment got a job in rentals… we don’t understand how this happened either. As the orientation isn’t till November we are still going to head up to Fernie for our interviews, to see if the middle of nowhere life is for us….currently I’m feeling the isolated lifestyle may not be for me as I love Vancouver.
As a treat for easing so smoothly into an almost working member of the Canadian society we celebrated as all English do… with dinner and drinks. We decided to go to the Mongolian BBQ as the smell had been wafting down the street for days with its come-eat-here aroma, and who were we to refuse such temptation ? For those of you who aren’t familiar with this type of restaurant, it involves filling your bowl with a selection of thinly sliced, slightly frozen meats (it’s a lot more appealing than it sounds), vegetables, noodles and sauces, which all then gets BBQ-ed within 5 minutes for you. It is however still a normal restaurant, therefore you go in, get seated, and then go fill your bowl up for the BBQ. We were a little over-keen and forgot the normal rules of restaurant etiquette, so in this very full restaurant, which at that present moment in time had no possible place for us to sit, we marched in, headed straight for the frozen meat queue and started filling bowls with as much as we could carry, this was until we noticed the people behind us who hadn’t forgotten the normal rules and were waiting patiently to be seated… this queue continued to form behind them, so we were left standing randomly in the restaurant with our bowls of meat, it was embarrassing.. We sheepishly had to admit our mistake to the staff and were forced to the back of the queue, still clutching our bowls as the contents slowly defrosted in front of us, with even the people in front of us making aren’t you stupid jokes to us. After our embarrassing but delicious meal we met up with the Canadians that me and Milly knew from Monash for some drinks. They took us to the Cambie, we had mentioned to a few Canadians we’d met that we were heading there, and they all seemed to respond with a face which we read as ‘ohhh you’re going there, why!?’ and referred to is as ‘interesting’ /’hick’ place. We got there, and my personal feelings to these reviews were… have these people ever been to a bar in England!? In fact I personally through it was an even a bit more civilized than a English uni bar, although it was rammed, the queue for the bar, was in fact just that, a queue, a long orderly line up of people waiting patiently to be served, there was no shoving, no elbows, and nobody trying to spread their body out as much as possible to hinder other peoples efforts for bar space, I was impressed, I felt more like I was waiting to buy my groceries in a supermarket. With this orderly manner resulting in very quick service, the night ended as expected with many drinks consumed, and a drunk Anna, who when sober is an excellent navigator, trying to lead us the wrong way back home, and refusing to listen to my direction.
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