questionnement et cheminement

that’s all I’ve been doing lately. questioning myself. progressing a little. questioning myself again. progressing a little. and so on. sometimes God gives people a complete personality rearrangement, but for most of us, He’s ordained a slow, tortuous process where we end up doing all the important work ourselves 😉

gah! why am I here! what am I doing with a bachelor’s degree in computer science in this backwater? bleh. oh well. at least I’m not hoovering up all my savings like I was doing before. that’s definite improvement. I have a job, I have a car, I have a home, and that’s already far more than a lot of people in the world have.

I don’t know. I’m just thinking. thinking. thinking. what in the hell do I want to do with my life? what? serve the Faith, yes, definitely! But what else? What’s my trade? What’s my profession? Who am I going to marry? Where am I going to go? What am I going to do? How many children do I want to have? What languages will they speak? What useful contribution to society am I going to make? How am I going to make myself useful?

If that’s what I’m saying now, then my priorities must have changed. When I left high school I only wanted a job that would be easy to get and would pay lots of money. So I chose computer science. Go ahead and laugh at me now.

Hmm, my monitor just went click and did something wierd.

Check back later.

nice tings

tomorrow the car comes, unless something wack happens like it gets hit by a meteorite. I also have to get up before 10 AM because that’s when the 19-day feast is scheduled. 😛 er, I mean 🙂


hey, the community had a really phat meeting with the Quebec Bahá’í Council tonight. It was really positive with lots of great energy and encouragement. I sense a lot of good things are going to come in the months ahead. And OH MY GOD! The phattest of the phat news! Someone new just declared her faith in Bahá’u’lláh this week in Drummondville. And she’s cool, too. I met her. She’s a youth, I think about my age, and she’s a friend of one of the Bahá’í youth in the town. Cool cool cool cool 🙂 Now that brings up the number of Bahá’ís in Drummondville to… 6 I think? 6 is a GOOD NUMBER because it’s only 3 away from 9 🙂 That brings it a little closer to home, when someone you’ve met becomes Bahá’í, because you can tell when a person is open and searching for the message of Bahá’u’lláh, and you know you want that person to get connected, you just wonder how it’ll come about. This person met and talked to a lot of Bahá’ís the one time I saw her, and it must have had an effect. Man. Good stuff… I’m happy. Drummondville is doing good stuff. I want to work with them more. That reminds me, I have some emails to do.

Anyway, I’m having some toast and going to bed. g’night. Hey, where am I supposed to get cheap halloween candy? anybody know? I checked at the local pharmacy and it wasn’t quite as rebated as I thought it would be. You’d think it’d be pretty cheap after Halloween. anyway, peace out. peace. peace out. take it easy. peace out. hi there. bye there. peace out.

just like they said

when I first came here and started meeting the Bahá’ís, I was talking to them about not finding any jobs… one of the local youth who goes to Cégep in Quebec City told me that she had just the same thing happen, she started looking for a job, and kept finding nothing… until four months later when she got four job offers at once.

well just like they said, I guess the train is coming in, at least it appears so anyway! I just got a phone call from one of the Bahá’ís in Warwick who owns a coffeeshop/roastery, and he invited me to come in and work today, because I have a job. Wow. Just like that 😉 And apparently this one would be long-term. So now I’m working two jobs, and I have another person who wants to give me computer work. this is definitely some sort of divine confirmations.

The only thing is… I’m going to have to get used to the smell of coffee… for those of you who don’t know, I don’t drink coffee 😉

oh well. I’ve gotten used to a lot of things, and I’m not about to stop now.


Here’s another good thing about working at the aforementioned centre: connections! People from all over Quebec show up there. Today I met a person from Victoriaville who overheard me saying that I was looking for a job working with computers, and asked for my phone number, saying he might have work for me. then he gives me his card and I see he owns a print shop. bonus 🙂

happiness is a minimum wage job

I have to say, this job with the Cranberry Interpretation Centre is really great. For real. I love it. I spend all day hanging around telling people about cranberries. I get to tell jokes, act like a clown, and make people go ooh ahh. I get to tell them all sorts of factoids that make them feel really impressed with cranberries.

Now let me shift gears here for a moment, and go into tour guide mode. Some people have asked me the question: “But Dan, this is the Cranberry Interpretation Centre, doesn’t that mean you interpret the mystical cranberry language that the plants use to communicate with their subterranean Viking zombie masters?” Well, no, that’s not entirely true. This is indeed the Cranberry Interpretation Centre, and the rest is false. Now you know.

What else was I going to say. Oh yeah. I’ve made lots of tips in the last week, too. And at the end of the day, I keep getting told that the visitors always have good words to say about me: that I explain the subjects well, that I’m funny, lively, interesting, that they enjoyed listening to me, and so on. And man, is that a boost of self-esteem! Even though I’m tired, my diaphragm is aching and my throat is hoarse from yelling so much, at the end of the day I feel like I could just keep on going forever. That’s great.

I’ll leave it on this happy note. Catch you all later.

vip treatment

hey cool… when I came into work (at the Cranberry Centre) this morning I didn’t expect the Lieutenant-Governor of Quebec [français] to show up. She’s real nice. I was confused as to what to do when she came — not sure whether I should hide in the background, salute, or say hello your excellency. I’m always like that around high-level public figures. But anyway, like I said, she seemed really nice, really friendly, and I got to shake her hand and introduce myself. Heheh. Pretty cool. And get this. She’s handicapped; she was rolling around in a wheelchair. Mega cool. Shows that just because you have a handicap, doesn’t mean you can’t go far in life.