food for thought

“When a man turns his face to God he finds sunshine everywhere. All men are his brothers.” (Abdu’l-Baha, Paris Talks)

It’s very comforting to know that.

Hey, I’m twenty-four now. I have new duds. All a whole load of people called me up to sing me happy birthday yesterday. And same goes for today, everyone at work stopped to wish me a happy birthday and guess my age. Most, wait, no, all of them said I looked around 28. I laughed. I guess I’ve missed all the chances I’ll ever have to be carded.

Twenty-four is a big number. It’s the number of hours in a day, and a day can be pretty long. Twenty-four years is almost a quarter of a century. I’m not depressed about that. Well, not too depressed. 😉 As long as I continue to progress towards God, it’s all good. Damn, that’s really what’s important.

It’s a quiet day at work today. I’ve been troubleshooting MS Access reports. Now for what’s left of the day I’ll be messing with report designs.

Apparently Misagh is Tom Selleck. Can anyone confirm this?

untitled friday

What day is it? Oh, it’s Friday. I’m so glad it’s Friday. I’m glad I don’t have to come in to work tomorrow. I’m tired and I need a break. I had a lot of things to do this week and didn’t get much sleep. It was one of those weeks. Come tonight, I’m just gonna take it easy, let myself get some rest, and go some good stuff for myself, like exercise, cleaning up my apartment, and so on. Mom and Dad should be coming down tomorrow morning, so that’ll be fun. and on Sunday, it’s my birthday, and I’ve been invited over for dinner at France and Jessika’s. And to top it all off, there’s a 3CJ meeting Sunday night. WOOHOO

Hey, I already got one birthday present. Gabrielle gave me her old computer, which she wasn’t using anymore. it’s a family hand-me-down; a Pentium. JUST Pentium. No 2, 3 or 4, or whatever. I don’t even remember what the processor speed is; it must be something like 64 MHz. I’ll look it up and let you know how heartbreakingly low the number is. No, seriously, I really love it. I’ve been wanting a wintel box for a while now, just so I can have some better compatibility with the rest of the people I know (and so that I can run Office without having to shell out to upgrade my G4 to OS X — although I should do that anyway).

So, Sunday I’ll be 24. the older I get, the more chance I have to look back and see just what a winding road I’ve gone down. It’s funny how you get to know some people sometimes and starting out they seem like the happiest, nicest, most fulfilled and well-adjusted people on the face of the planet, but when you get to know them real well you suddenly find out they’ve gone through the most excruciatingly painful tests in their lives. And the best part is, sometimes they’re not putting up a front. Sometimes they really are happy, well-adjusted and fulfilled, even though they’ve gone through what seems like hell to get there. Perhaps that’s because they know that doing their time in this life is better than doing it in the next.

I can’t say that my tests are finished in life; in fact, they’re still only starting. But I like the nature of these new tests. They tell me that I’ve been progressing, that I’ve been growing. Good for me. I’ll just keep on going, one day at a time, and see what else happens. Life is a pretty nutty thing isn’t it? Thanks, God.

For those of you who require more explanation: dig it.

more pleasant news!

hey, my boss just got back to me again and told me that, depending on how much work there is to be done and how much of a mess the databases are in, I might even have enough work to go until the Christmas holidays. YEAH! That means I might be able to work up til the 19th of December, and then GO ON HOOOOOLIDAAAAAAAAYYYYY YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYA

oh and BTW, I ended up tossing out that killer sauce yesterday. It just smelled too funky. I ate the spaghetti with butter and salt & pepper (which is actually quite good). All hail common sense!

the good news

hello good people of funland. I’m here to bring you the good news! I have a job and will likely have another one soon. whoa. what’s the deal?

Well, yesterday I accepted that job at the SADC Nicolet-Bécancour, and there was indeed much rejoicing. I came in to work this morning to see what was up, and to participate in a meeting with the principal movers and shakers of the project. It was quite interesting and enlightening (and confidential). I even had the bounty of going to lunch with them afterwards at a nice little restaurant in St-Grégoire – paid in full by my new employers. Hot damn! This is starting out well. I hope they’re not fattening me up to eat me. Anyway, now I have homework to do to get ready for the project, my part of which will mostly entail research and convincing nice people to give us money. Cool.

Yesterday, right after accepting said job, I got a phone call from the OTHER people I’ve been in touch with: CLIC. No, not the bean company. The language college — Centre de Langues Internationales Charpentier. I guess I impressed them when I had that interview with them; they’d like to hire me to teach people to speak English. Nice! From what I can tell, they’re a really good team, and it would be pretty cool to work there. The nice part about all this is that the SADC job is a day job from Monday to Friday, and CLIC would be evenings and possibly some weekends. So I can do both jobs (within reason of course). Plus, after the SADC job finishes (it’s a thirteen-week contract), I would have the option to expand my hours at CLIC. I’m set baby! That means that after the Christmas holidays, I can keep working at CLIC making sweet sweet cash. Ahhh, sweet, life-giving, bill-paying cash. No more huge gaps of cashlessness as I search for a job while I watch my savings dwindle to paltry amounts. Cash cash cash cash cash cash cash cash. Not Johnny Cash. CASH!

the stark fist of reality

I just made jam! I’m so happy when I make jam. I managed not to screw up the jam, either. the jars are sealed and everything looks hunki dori. it is a little sweet, though. I think I might have used too much sugar. making jam in the most humid month of the year is a real trip. I recommend it.

I hereby resolve never to put a glass or ceramic pot on an oven burner again. thankfully, there were no injuries except to my pride.

anyway, in other news, I got more details about the work contract I blogged about earlier: it is indeed full-time work, better paid than my last contract, and will last from September 2nd until the Christmas holidays. I should net a nice, comfortable profit from it, even after my bills are paid. the work will consist of managing a client database which is apparently real hard to understand, doing data entry, and possibly some design. If I’m lucky (and nice) I may be able to increase the database’s sanity somewhat.

Oh yes, and the work will be in Victoriaville, so it will involve a commute. Anyone who wishes may now laugh at me for moving from Victoriaville to Drummondville back in April. I’m still not moving back, though. I’m a-stayin’. Commuting? I can deal with that. Besides, I can carpool with my old supervisor, who lives in Drummondville too. (Woohoo!) In January, I should be able to find something nice, something closer to home. (And I can start looking now.)

MONEY-RELATED HAPPINESS AND JOY. POSITIVITY AND CONTENTMENT. This will be a nice challenge, and a good chance to sharpen my skills in database management.

And I WON’T HAVE TO DELIVER ANY PIZZA!

pioneering & job-hunting

I almost feel like a kid again. I feel like some Huckleberry Finn wandering down the Mississippi in search of I know not what, hoping to be in the right place at the right time. Anyone else would surely look at me and call me insane for doing the things I’ve been doing. I could go back to Ottawa and get a cushy government job with a big fat salary in no time flat, and yet look at me, out in Drummondville, waiting, waiting, waiting for my boat to come in. Oh wait, make that train. There aren’t any boats around here, just trains. Anyway.

The good news is that I found some work — delivering pizza. Now, I know what you’re about to say about how insane that is and how I must be out of my mind — but hey, it’s money, I’m gonna try it out and see if it’s to my advantage to keep going with it. Even though I may feel like a kid, I am a big boy.

Or maybe you’re just laughing at me and saying “that crazy Dan Jones”. That’s perfectly ok. Besides, you’re laughing with me. 😉

The other good news is that I’m making some really super contacts here in Drummondville. On Wednesday I went to see someone at La Tablée Populaire, kind of like a really inexpensive restaurant that’s especially for people who are without work; they also have an internet access centre in the back. I asked the director guy whether he needed anyone to help out with the computers, maybe offer some introductory classes, and he responded with a hearty yes. There are tons of local companies that sponsor the place. It could be very interesting — and besides, it’s good to volunteer. On Thursday, I started delivering pizza, and during my break in between lunch and dinner, I moseyed over to the Centre Jeunesse Emploi, where my very cool and helpful counsellor asked me if I wanted to be part of the conseil d’administration (administrative council) of the Centre. Wow! I said yea verily. That should be quite interesting, and should allow me to increase my contacts quite a bit. And in other news, this morning I called up two places where I had taken tests (in the hopes of getting a job) and reminded them that I was alive. Next week I should start getting replies from them. Yo. Word up.

All in all, this job-hunting experience is going far better than my previous one in Victoriaville. I’m pretty sure it’s because this time around, I’m carrying around the extra one year of experience struggling to find a job.

So, in short? I’m working a part-time job, extremely temporary, but at least I’m making money; I’m making boat– er, trainloads of contacts; and I’m keeping up those contacts that I do have, which will hopefully end up soon with me having a nice, enjoyable, respectable, well-paid job.

Et c’est pas fini, ce n’est qu’un début.