New Blog.

No, I haven't stopped blogging. I simply started a new blog a few months ago and forgot to inform you. My bad.

http://krystaslittleworld.blogspot.com/

Dreaming of the Coast...

I'm so close to packing my backpack, and moving to Vancouver.

I got the idea last night, and talked to a friend, who said I could stay with him for awhile.

As for jobs, there are tons of restaurants hiring... and I can imagine the tips would be quite decent. This morning I woke up to a foot of snow and that made me want to leave more.

I'd need to work for about a month here first to save a bit of cash, and make up for the past month of unemployment.

Summer on the coast? Don't tell my mom...

Drunken Antics..

On Saturday night, the men in my life and I headed to the gay bar for a night of dancing and drunken mayhem. Even Davey made the 4 hour trip from Grande Prairie. He is the Will to my Grace. It was only the second time I'd seen him since returning from Australia, so that alone was cause for celebration.

I have more gay friends than any girl should have, so I ran into many of my college friends that I hadn't seen in a long, long time, and the excitement was followed by more shots, more drinks, and in the end we were all quite intoxicated. Kyle was the first to prove this, by landing flat on his face on the dance floor. Ouch, that's going to leave a bruise.

Shortly after, I was dancing with my friend Robbie, who picked my up, dipped me to the ground, and smacked my head on the floor. Once again, OUCH.

Not to be outdone, Kevin tumbled down the stairs, hurting his ankle, only to stand up, realize how badly it hurt, and fall into a brick wall. We took a few more pictures, I fed Kevin my drinks to ease the pain, and then we took off his sock. His ankle was swollen as big as a golf ball, no exaggeration. We figured it was probably a good idea to leave, so after the bouncers carried him out of the bar, we headed to the emergency room, where after a 6 hour wait the x-rays confirmed that he had in fact broken his ankle. Not only that, but he had a nice swollen face from hitting the brick wall.

Parties with us can get a bit dangerous!

Can I Take Your Order?

After 2 weeks of job hunting, I'm unfortunately, still unemployed. My bank account is steadily decreasing and my phone isn't ringing. What am I doing wrong? Well, nothing, I hope.

This silly economic recession that I brushed aside until I found myself unemployed has prompted me to make a return to my former career of choice... yup, I'm going to be a waitress once again. Actually, I shouldn't say that, considering I have only begun applying to restaurants and there is a chance that maybe they are drastically slowing down hiring as well. However, I have the neccessary experience and open availability, so I just might find myself employed soon. Why do I dislike waitressing? Well, in Australia, I loved it. Spend the day at the beach, work all night, meet great people. It's different at home though. My friends and family all work days where as I'd more than likely find myself working nights and there goes my social life that is already nearly non-existent. Not to mention, not having weekends off would be quite tragic. The pay sucks. However you make up for that in tips. But tips are cash. I spend cash. I've been doing so well with eating healthy, but I know that's out the door as soon as I find better tasting options, primarily deep fried. Oh dear.

Sometimes you just gotta do, what you've gotta do.

My names Krysta, and I'll be your server today.

I Need A Job!

I'm trying so hard to keep on top of being optimistic. That's who I am. Things can be going horribly wrong, but I'll still put a happy face and love life, because things are never THAT bad.

Lately it's been a bit harder to keep a positive attitude. I'm trying, I really am, but I have so many bills that I need to pay, I'd do anything to move out of my mom's house, and I can't find a job. I've been looking, trust me. I've applied to every position that I'm qualified for, and all I can do is wait until somebody calls back. I hate this waiting game. Still no word from Emirates either. I'm trying to not think about that, at all, but that one email is going to change my life... whether it's good news or bad. If it's good news, then I'm hired. I'll have landed my dream job, move away, pay off my debt and live happily ever after... or something like that. If it's bad news, then I'm back to square one. I need to find a job here in the meantime to save up enough for a damage deposit, and once I've done that I'm off to Calgary.... where I'll attempt to find something to pay the bills and save a little extra to jet away on weekends with my flight attendant husband.

It's not all bad. It's times like these that make you appreciate when times are good. It's not the first time I've struggled financially, and I'm almost sure it won't be the last. At least when the time comes that I do make enough money to live comfortably, I'll appreciate it so much more than I would have had I never had to stress over money, or how I'd pay the bills, or live off of 2 minute noodles for months.

It's just a rough patch, but with chocolate and a good attitude, I'm going to get through it.

Boring, Boring, Boring...

I'm still unemployed... I've applied to every office posting in the paper, although they are few and far between these days. Serves me right I suppose. I was the one who complained about hearing about the stupid recession and was convinced that it wouldn't affect me one bit. My bad.

It's not even the money that I miss, although it's definately a necessary thing to fight the debt I've accumulated... I miss leaving my house with a purpose every day. Work was my social life, as sad as that is. I've been going to the gym every single day out of boredem. I may be jobless, but I'll be in great shape by the time I finally find work!

The Sky is the Limit!

This weekend I headed back to Vancouver for day 3 of the Emirates interview process. I almost didn't go, due to my current financial situation and the fact that I am now unemployed. In the end, I decided it was worth a shot. I flew out from Calgary at 11 pm on Friday night, exhausted from my final day of work, relieved that I'd survived my first time driving to Calgary, and then panicked as I watched flights being cancelled, one by one, due to high winds (up to 192 km/hour). First off, I was flying standby, so it was nerve wracking enough hoping I'd get on the flight. If mine ended up being cancelled, my chances of flying out at all would be significantly lower. Luckily, my flight wasn't among the cancellations, and I set off on an extremely turbulent journey to Vancouver. I finally arrived at the hotel at 1 am, dropped my stuff, and crawled into bed.

I woke up Saturday morning, got myself all prettied up and walked to the Sheraton, where interviews were being held. As more and more applicants showed up, we cheerfully greeted those who we'd met the week prior, congratulating eachother on making it to the 3rd day. There were about 40 of us in total, which was half of the number from the second interview, and way less than the 220 from day one. The 2 ladies conducting the interviews were Aussies, which made for a fun day. We watched videos, asked questions about the company, and participated in more group discussions. We were sent for lunch and upon our return we each found a folded piece of paper with our numbers on it. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach as I grabbed mine, and watched as others celebrated making it to the next stage, or quietly left the room. I finally worked up the courage to open mine, expecting to see "Unfortunately...". I was stunned to see "Congratulations..." and I probably checked 5 times just to be sure. Wooo hooo! Things got all reality TV-ish. People were crying, everybody was hugging, dreams were shattered, and the 15 of us that remained patiently waited for the rest to leave before we showed our excitement on making it further.

We headed back into the room for more group interviews, a personality test, and 2 more applicants were sent home. The 13 of us remaining were congratulated on making it to the final interview phase, which would be held on Sunday. Finally, around 6 pm we were sent on our way. I was so overcome with excitement and happiness that I didn't even care that my shoes were causing my poor feet immense pain, or that I couldn't afford a decent meal. I just went back to my hotel room, admired the 20th floor view, and called it an early night.

Sunday morning, I woke up, did my hair, did my makeup, dressed in my most professional attire, and decided that I looked the part. I was in a great mood, nothing would bring me down. That was, until, I opened the blinds. Expecting to see another beautiful day in the beautiful city, I instead watched as the rain poured down. Well great, I don't own an umbrella and I have to walk 5 blocks to my interview. Luckily, upon checkout my hotel was nice enough to let me borrow an umbrella for the day, and so I set off for my final interview. It was like a typical interview.. questions about your resume, situational questions from prior experience, and I tried not to let my nerves get the best of me. Honestly, I was shocked on day one when they invited me back, and here I was, at the final interview. I had no idea how I'd made it this far when there were other hopefuls who I'd been sure were perfect, and more qualified than myself. I decided not to bother with trying to understand it, and once I'd finished the interview, I headed to Sears Portrait Studio to have my photos taken. These photos are sent back to Dubai, and therefore must be flawless. Hair tied back, makeup perfect. They convinced me to wear red lipstick, and despite the fact that they said I looked great, I'd seen for myself, and I looked ridiculous. Oh well, if that's what it takes!

After everything was done, I happily walked back to my hotel, unphased by the pouring rain. I'm trying not to get too excited because there is still a huge chance that nothing will happen. I could get an email saying "Thanks for the effort, but you are never leaving Red Deer". Okay, maybe not in those words, but I'm still trying to act as if nothing happened, and go on with my day to day life until I hear back. That said, I'd really, really love to move to Dubai.