You'd think a bilingual unemployed professional in Edmundston NB, with any sense at all, would move west: Montreal, Ottawa, Toronto or Alberta.
Well, not me. No. Not that I didn't try. I've literally applied for hundreds of jobs in those cities. I guess those folks just can't dial long distance (you precede the phone number with 1).
Anyway, with the help of couch surfing opportunities and Social Assistance (yes, in December I became a $270 a month welfare bum), I've moved to Moncton to work in, what else, the thriving Call Centre industry. Not thriving for me ($12 an hour), but I'm sure someone is making money from it.
Moncton sucks, but the ocean is nice.
So yeah, I'll be blogging less often now since I have a job and a long commute (I'm couch surfing at a beach side residence).
My jobs involves talking exclusively to French speaking Ontarians and Quebeckers, so hopefully I wont start speaking Shiac* any time soon. Not sure how my English will be affected.
But please stop by once in a while for my opinions on politics, public transportation and TV.
*Shiac is a dialect of French spoken in the Shediac-Moncton area.