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Who Intimately Lives With Rain

The title today comes from a nice poem by Joyce Kilmer….When I first got to the Philippines, Damon and I were driving home one day and I noticed every once in a bit there would be a sign with a line of a poem on it….I finally found out it who it was by, and I do suggest you look it up….it’s really nice to see poetry as you’re driving along, it was really refreshing, and it made me super happy.
It took me about five drive-by’s to read the whole thing.

Anyways, I was reminded of it, because it has been raining now for about four days, and we have eight days to go.

I have never seen so much rain since I left the Maritimes….in Nova Scotia, this is pretty standard weather… but it’s a bit strange for here, at this time of the year. It almost turned into another typhoon, but it didn’t, Thank God.

the terrible parts of this are mild…I feel bad for anyone dealing with flooding right now in the lower lying areas, and it’s super dreary-feeling during the day…..but the good part is that I get to wear socks and my fuzzy Pyjamas and a big comfy sweater….I haven’t worn this stuff in a good four er five months, I really missed me fuzzyjammies.

Add in hot chocolate with cinnamon and nutmeg, popcorn, and good movies, and we’re golden here.

I’ve found a new hangout instead of spending so much time on Facebook, I’ve been chatting with a new group of friends over at Coinchat….its basically a social chat room that rewards you in bitcoin for good conversation. You don’t make much, but a few cents a day is better than nothing….god, I need a job.

Damon and I have been talking about maybe sending me back to Canada…..I guess I would go back, find a job, and just put money in the bank, live in a rooming house or something and live super cheaply, so I can save the money to either ship the cats back to Canada with us, or buy some property for us all in the Philippines.

I would absolutely hate to go back, but what can you really do when you can’t get a job anywhere?
Nothing is panning out, Damon’s artwork, my photography, my editing and writing jobs, this blog, my sewing, blah blah.
I was thinking of starting to make stuffed animals and teddy bear type things, but then I’d need stuffing…just another cost.

In happy news, my birthday is on the seventeenth of this month! 
Five days to go!
Hahah, I know nothing is going to happen, it’s been a really, really long time since I had a birthday celebration, but hey.
A gal can dream!

Hey readers…..maybe think of throwing some support my way for my birthday gift?
If you’d like to help support the blog, the cats and the household, head on over to the Donate page.
The link is at the top there by the ‘about me’ section.

Talk to ya soon!

Here is a picture of how I feel this week with the weather:


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Posted by on January 12, 2014 in Uncategorized


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I Peed on The Floor to Get Hired – Now I’m The Janitor

Aah, I really have nothing exciting to report. 
Damon got a new typewriter the other day, so he’s been plinking away at that….he wrote a story fit for a Film Noir script, ‘For Fun’ he said, about a Miss Xiao Men, her husband, Mr. Hinge, his boss, Mr. Phil Phillips, and the man in the blue suit and red cap she seeks out, Mr. Will Dour.

It was a GREAT little paragraph, I wish I could steal it away and write it out, maybe in the future…

I will be getting a mannequin tomorrow, so sayeth Donna, though once again, I don’t know how sure it is… Her cancer hasn’t spread, according to the doctors, and she’s been debating on doing either a mastectomy or some other thingy to just remove something else…I can’t remember what its called. 

In my opinion, if they took out the tumor to biopsy it, shouldn’t she technically be cancer-free currently? 
If it was me, I wouldn’t give a hoot about it and I certainly wouldn’t cut off my boobs for something unconfirmed.
I don’t know much about cancer, admittedly, and I’m certainly not a doctor. 

I told her about Rick Simpson Oil, and told her to look into it as a treatment instead of chemo or radiation, which would make her much sicker than necessary, but no one listens to me about it.

Anyway, I thought it would be an interesting excercise to share with you the jobs that I’ve had over the years, since that’s all I’ve been doing lately with my time… Filling out LinkedIn profiles, applying for jobs on PeoplePerHour and Craigslist, writing articles for people who say they’ll pay then not hearing another word from them, etc.
It’s been super tiring.

So, a break! 
Here is a partial list of all the jobs I’ve held since starting work at age 16, and a description of the stuff I did, and how I liked it.

1. Colby alehouse – My first job in a kitchen. I got the job through someone I knew, who turned out to be an insano. 
I was a dishwasher, and a prep cook, and the place served shoddy German food. 
I still remember my boss, Klaus… He was a good guy, but drank a lot. 
Cleaning the metal inserts was the worst part of the job, I would put them through the dishwasher eight or nine times each, scrubbing them down each time they came out. I learned to hate jagersauce.
I loved cutting potatoes into fries with the big industrial cutter, and I was amazed at the giant can opener.
I grew much less scrawny there, but had to quit because both head chefs (( One of which was Mr. Insano )) started to sexually harass me, and the kitchen manager refused to do anything about it.

2. Wharf Wraps – Another kitchen job, I was again a dishwasher, but this place didn’t have the industrial washer, and everything was done by hand. really tasty food, I enjoyed the job and the people, but it was too much for me to handle at the time and I walked out one day and didn’t return.

3. H&H Fisheries – This was a fun job to a degree. 
I woke up at four am, took a bus to the factory for a five thirty am start, get my hairnet, rubber boots, and smocky thingy on, and we’d all head down to a room with two ‘conveyor’-type rollerthings on either side of the walls. We’d all stand on mats, and wait for lobster-parts to come through the hole in the wall, and we’d shuck lobster meat from claws and feet for fourteen to sixteen hours a day. 
It was hard on the legs, but being in kitchens and standing all day wasn’t new to me. It was also fun to hear all the Ladies from Newfoundland gossip and talk. At lunch, I’d either have a tuna sandwich from the store next door, or nothing, if I couldn’t afford it that week. I ended up leaving because the lobster industry took a nosedive, and I didn’t have seniority at the plant….Thus my hours were cut really badly, and I couldn’t afford to pay my rent.

4. Ultra Electronics Marine Systems – Probably my most favorite job to date. 
I worked for a company that was supplying over 80% of the world’s defense equipment, and I was proud of it. I was being paid fourteen dollars an hour, and I was assembling sonar equipment – making and testing hydrophones for sonobuoys, from start to finish.
The place was unionized, and the workers were all middle aged women who also loved to gossip. I was young, and a very hard worker, above quota every day, but the union rep took me into the office one day and told me the rest of the workers didn’t want me around anymore. He tried to slip me twenty bucks across the desk, but I stood up, told him to shove his money, and walked home.
Once I got home, I promptly burst into tears, and wished I had taken the money to go buy some weed. In retrospect, both funny and sad, I feel bad that I lost that job, I was really proud of myself for having it… and while I was proud of not accepting their pity-pay, I really should have taken that twenty.

5. Superstore – Backshift restocking in the home accessories section. I loved my crew, the boys were all totally fun to work with, though unfortunately the really fun guys worked over in grocery, and I was stuck on the other side of the store. Facing product was my favorite part of the job, and due to my OCD, I was very freaking good at it.
Got my first pair of steel toed shoes, and I loved them to death, but unfortunately, also found out I had bunoins, and the job was way too hard on my feet. I had to leave after I was barely able to walk to the bus stop after work every morning. It was here I also found out I love night-shifts more than anything. Seeing the sun rise after a long night of hard work is astoundingly satisfying.

6. Celtic Corner – Back to the dish pit and prepwork. I liked this pace because it reminded my of my ancestry. Good food, great people, but unfortunately, fired me due to lack of hours… I disagreed with their decision, because the other dish guy was constantly late and didn’t clean dishes efficiently or fast enough.

7. Ducky’s Cafe – More prep and dishwork. LOVED the food, highly convenient location for me, but fired for unknown reasons.

8. ABC janitorial – I worked as a janitor for the mall. I didn’t mind this job, it was extremely laid back, and there really wasn’t much to it. A bonus to the job was catching on to the fact that people who bought new shoes at the shoe store would sit on the bench just outside the store, change into their brand new kicks, and leave their old, moderately-worn sneaks in a box in the trash or on the bench. 
I got a few new pairs of shoes this way, and was amazed at how many people don’t fully wear out their old shoes before buying new ones. I left this job to accept a position working in the kitchen for Hooters.

9. The Split Crow – dishwasher again, prep again. SUCH GOOD FOOD, and a really good live band night. I worked in a heritage building int he basement. It was leaky, smelly, and hot, but I loved it and felt like I was back in the 1800’s when I worked there.
Bonus was the fact that I adore crows, so I thought it was a sign of a good job. Was fired with no reason.

10. Haddon Hall Kitchen staff – Worked for Aramark catering, Dishwasher again, at the University cafeteria. 
I definitely did not ever mind this job. I was allowed to listen to cds on a cd player in the dishpit, which was it’s own separate little room away from the kitchen, and rocked Tool and RHCP all day.
At the end of the shift, though it was technically against the rules, we would wrap up all the leftover hamburgers, hot dogs, etc, and take them home. Definitely saved on groceries. Lost the job due to summer vacation at the University, and no need for us to be there anymore.

11. Il Mercado – Super tasty food, upscale place…I don’t remember too much about this place, though I do remember it was the first place I tried bruschetta, and I was hooked on it in no time flat. I forget why I lost the job, though more than likely due to the fact that I am not a very haughty-taughty type person, and probably didn’t fit in well.

12. Minstrels – A really, REALLY tasty little resto opened by the owners of the Old Triangle Pub. Got the job through one of my really good friends, who was a chef there, and I had a really good time. I made a few new friends, fixed the baseboards in the kitchen one day, cooked my own lunches, and I loved going for beers after work with the crew. 
Unfortunately, it is extremely hard to keep a restaurant going in Halifax, and we didn’t make the cut. I lost my job, we all did, and it broke my heart. I found out a few weeks later I was able to work at the Old Triangle though, and my morale improved slightly.

13. Kelsies – This was a REALLY fun job, I finally got to be a cook on line, though only salads, appies and deserts. the day would start with me and two other people, one of which was an old rough-and-tumble type dude… I forget his name, though I wish I didn’t. He was an awesome friend to me, and made me feel really confident at what I was doing. 
We would empty and refill the fryers, put on the soups for the day, and prep onions, mushrooms, steaks, all the sauces on the line, etc, fill the water table, and prep stuff needed for the week. I was convinced I would stay there for a long time, and my boss was very happy with my work, but my boyfriend at the time was starting to become physically abusive, and I had to move to another area, which was too far away to travel in every morning.

I worked the night shift at a teeny little gas outpost in Red Deer. Lots of strange people, and I loved my drunken Friday night crowd to death. Once an old guy came in, piled a bunch of stuff on the counter, and tried to pay with a chunk of crack… I had to decline with ‘I don’t think my boss would appreciate seeing that in the register tomorrow morning.’
Another night, a guy came in and asked if I smoked weed. When I said yes, he came around to the side of the counter, and put a giant five gram bud beside the display, and told me to call him if he needed any more. He didn’t leave his phone number, and didn’t ever come back in to the store.
It was very good green. 

15. Husky Gas – Worked night-shift with a Mr. Will Borzash. 
He told me he was Tom Green’s cousin, though to this day I still can’t confirm or deny it. 
I also worked with my buddy’s Uncle, who was an awesome guy, but is an ex-con, and I think currently in jail again. 
Sweetest guy you’ll ever meet, just don’t give him Valium and alcohol. 
It was a decent-sized place, with a restaurant attached to it, though that part was closed at night. 
I learned a lot about restocking gas stations, and I effing hate restocking pop and juice. 
Whoever made pop coolers the way they are hates the people who restock them.

16. Fast Fuels – This gas station was a lot less laid back, and I don’t know if it’s a Halifax thing, or not. 
The other two gas places were in Alberta, and most places in Alberta were really fun to work for… Halifax/Dartmouth is a total drag.
I can’t say I blame them in HRM though, there are a lot of gas station shootings and stabbings there.
I loved my regulars, as usual, and they all loved me back. I lost the job just before my birthday, and they told me it was because I wasn’t learning fast enough, but the people I worked with told me I did. 
Oh well.

17. Steak N Stein – Loved the old guys I worked with but there was an old woman named Fern who was downright ghastly to work with.
When I left, I forgot a big, thick Mickey Mouse mug that my mom had given me for Christmas.
I LOVED sneaking chunks of beef tips, *droooool* and the mushrooms were to-damn-die-for, even though it was only butter, salt and pepper.

18. Boston Pizza – I kinda totally forget this job. I do remember suggesting fettuccine Alfredo pizza, however and was told the food costs would be too high. A few months after I left, I noticed all the pizza shops in town started cooking Alfredo pizzas. Jerks.

19. Citadel Hotel – Housekeeping *knock, knock, knock* Housekeeping *knock, knock, knock* Housekeeping *open door slowly*
Was a decent, well-paying job. Anything guests leave behind, we keep for three months, and if no one claims it, the person who found it keeps it. I learned that its customary for Asian guests to leave a toonie or loonie on the bed or dresser in the morning, and I also learned a lot of people drink a lot of beer in hotels. Not as many condoms as I imagined however.
This job was also unionized, but I didn’t make my three months, apparently I was too slow. Boourns.

(( Holy freaking Hills this is a long list, I want to give up, but I won’t. 
Intermission, I need coffee and a cigarette…hope I’m not boring you….here’s a picture of our newest cat, Hobbes. ))


20. Tim Hortons – Boring job, misleading job. I wasn’t allowed to collect tips for three weeks after my hire date, and one whole week of shifts was spent watching videos of the company’s history and every product sold. 
No hands-on training, so when they threw me on cash the second week, I looked like a total fool-goldfish, guppying around trying to figure out what buttons to press, and no one to ask for help. I quit before the third week.

21. Faurecia – Another one of my favorite jobs, I worked at an automotive-parts-manufacturing factory. Sixth largest parts manufacturer in the world. I got this job through a temp agency, and I was elated. EXCELLENT pay, and I wanted to stay there forever.
Unfortunately, me and my boyfriend of the time were hitch hiking across Canada, and it was just a stop-in, a way to make some money in order to move on to another place. We were living out of a tent that we had pitched in a farmer’s field up the road from the plant, and we weren’t eating much except oranges and carrots. When our tent was ransacked one day, and all of our stuff was destroyed, we had to go to a shelter, and had to leave our jobs there.

22. Tarot Reader – I’ve been reading Tarot for people for about nine years, but technically, I do it for free. 
The last few years, I have accepted donations, and people have been extremely generous to me. I LOVE reading for people, especially when I’m just posted on the side of the road and people stop and chat with me. I love hearing about people’s lives, and I feel like I’ve helped a lot of people.
Once, while reading in Calgary, an old man stopped, got his cards read, donated twenty dollars, then the next day, came out specifically looking for me, and took me to breakfast at one of the oldest restaurants in town. I love that guy, and will never forget him.

23. Aperture Studios assistant – I worked as both a model and photography assistant at the studio. I set up lighting and sets, and did basically everything required by the photographer. I worked the most with Paul Vienneau, and I loved every second. I gained highly valuable experience and knowledge, and was allowed access to the studio overnight. This gave me plenty of time to explore professional equipment on my own, and order three am bruschetta and wings. 
During the winter, I’d sit in the nooks of the giant windows and watch golden-colored, lamp-illuminated snow fall onto the street below. 
It was beautiful.

24. McDonald’s – I worked here for less than a week. I gave it a try on the basis of all the advertising saying ‘Holy shit, we’re great to work for!’ I have zero idea where they get that idea, but they’re not. And their food-safety terrified me. After working in as many kitchens as I have, I was, and remain, absolutely disgusted at the standards and practices of McDonald’s. 

25. Morgan’s Pub – BEST JOB EVER. Best boss, best crew, best bands, best atmosphere, best customers. 
My boss was a rock-star. He supported everything I did. I gutted that entire kitchen and cleaned it from top to bottom. It was nasty, but I was damned proud when I was finished. I loved staying after work for beers and my tequila shot, and there were two older dudes I used to love to talk to. 
One of the guys, Terry, was from England, and would talk to me about the newspaper’s daily photo section after he found out I did photography. He’d come in at opening around four, sit, have a few pints, read the paper, do the crossword, and come back the next day and do it all again.
I had to leave the job because the boyfriend I hitch hiked to Calgary with also became physically abusive, and I went back to NS for a little while. I sure can pick ’em.

26. Roofing and Insulation Installation – A one-day temp job, but I loved the work, and I loved the crew. 
They treated me like one of the boys, and I love ’em for it.
We all had coffee and donuts up on the roof for a break snack, and I went to Arby’s with another dude for lunch. 
I really had fun, and would have loved to do it again, though holy shite the heights and ladders terrified me.

27. Cat’s Eye Vintage – I helped out Catherine, the owner by sorting and cleaning the store for a few afternoons. She is a fascinating woman, and a shaman healer. Ironically, her own health is really deteriorating, and I wish I could have stuck around Canada just so I could work for her permanently. She gave me a bit of cash for helping, but the best part was she let me pick out a few dresses. I still have them and they’re beautiful. I keep telling her to come visit me, but I don’t know if she ever will. She also let me use the washroom and her microwave in her apartment, which was a floor up from the store. 
Her son is a talented rapper/graffiti artist/shoe designer, and I wish I could have gotten to know them all better.

28. Hooters – Fun job, wicked opportunity, but the kitchen manager was an irresponsible prick, excuse my language. He served raw food to people, and used to say rude things about the girls in the back of the kitchen. I was going to have a meeting with the boss about it, but he went on vacation, and I was fired the day he did. When he got back, and I tried to explain my side, he said he couldn’t go back on a manager’s decision or he would look bad. 
The place was burned down a few months later for insurance fraud purposes, because they had no idea how to run a successful Hooters franchise. 


*lights another cigarette and puts on the kettle*

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Posted by on December 18, 2013 in Uncategorized


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Sickness in Paradise – The Foreign Plague

Welcome to my blog!

This may as well be an introduction as well as a critique… I have a lot to say, but know I must keep my posts short-ish and sweet to lock you in as a potential regular.

I am a 26 year old Lady living in the Philippines, originally hailing from Nova Scotia, Canada.
I moved here to be with my husband, who, up until about eight years ago, also used to call Canada home.

This blog came about in the last few days as a protest and response to another blog I found while surfing on the internet… It is a self-proclaimed ‘personal journal’ that a fifty-something year old man from America had started back in 2005, chronicling his move and subsequent retirement in the Philippines.

While reading his posts, I’ve discovered the blatant racism and distastefully vulgar opinions that I’ve been warned about by my husband…He tells me most foreigners that move to or visit the Philippines are here for the ‘Sex Tourism’ and the ability to easily take advantage of the local population.

Seems to be very true for this guy… he jokes around about having sex with women in their early twenties, talks about his rich friends who do the same, he insults the people, calls them ugly, and talks about hanging around in the places my husband has warned me about… Pick-up spots like the Whynot discos and the McDonalds, etc.

It disgusts me that old white men from America and Europe can come to a beautiful paradise such as this and mar it with their revolting, beastly ways.
Every Filipino I’ve ever met or spoken to here is so polite and happy that it is almost unnerving, and the beauty of the people is well-matched by the beauty of the landscape.

So basically, I will be keeping this blog as a record of my own experiences here… not as a rich, spoiled, fat, white foreigner, but as a simple Lady living a simple life with her husband in a beautiful land.

I hope you’ll come along, and enjoy a different take on what I now consider to be our home country.


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Posted by on September 16, 2013 in Uncategorized


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