We have been in Fernie for two weeks now, so I should have heaps to write about…but I don’t. The end of October/November are dead months in Fernie. We all had our interviews, Milly successfully got a job at the Lost Boys Café as a waitress/’greek chef’, but Anna and I have still been waiting on our replies…. I unfortunately found out this morning that I was not successful, even though I was definitely VERY charming in my interviews, this basically means goodbye free ski pass, good bye half price rentals and good bye free lessons. This should put in a worse mood than I’m in, but handily having been here two weeks I have collected enough friends in each department at the resort that this will hopefully not end up being the most expensive problem in the world and there is still the chance that I may get a job in housekeeping aka toilet cleaner, the dream job of every university graduate.

Our two weeks here have basically consisted of watching a lot of films, pool, spending far too much money on going out, and desperately seeking jobs. Even though we have guaranteed jobs in Vancouver, desperation is still the word I would use for our job search, because we are most defiantly not leaving Fernie because a. we love it, and b. because the over-confidence we had in our ability to get jobs resulted in us signing a 6 month lease and giving up 800 dollars of our non-existent money for our first month’s rent and security deposit.

I originally though that Fernie would be lacking in many vital attributes required for city folk, but i turns out I don’t need a lot, give me a swimming pool, a couple of bars, an amazing bagel shop and Canadian Tire the all-purpose shop and I’m good to go, oh and not forgetting a supermarket. The supermarket here however does unfortunately, or fortunately, have the unusual ability to make you regret your porky decisions even before you enter… it goes by the name Overwaitea… yes like fatty put down those biscuits before you become over-weighty. Although the supermarket has discouraging name, everywhere else is happy to provide me with an insulating layer be it through Rocky Mountain Beer or through amusingly named bagels e.g ‘please brie mine’; I’m just waiting for the romantic moment where prince charming buys my this bagel as a gesture of his love.

Talking of prince charming… or just men in general, I very embarrassingly got taken away by a Fernie ski season regular while innocently talking to a male friend, and told ‘not jump on the first guy I see’ as the ratio of men to women is 3:1, I believe she mentioned the words ‘sausage-fest’ and with those parting words of wisdom she sent me back to go awkwardly go finish my conversation, with the paranoid feeling that she was watching me, making sure I wasn’t whore-ing myself, and considering herself the guardian angel of promiscuity.

Halloween has also come and gone, and was more successful than our previous attempt to throw ourselves into ghoulish state-of-mind, we crafted, we dressed up, we sung karaoke (badly) and we danced… then I ran-away back to the hostel because ‘I needed a sandwich’.

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