Further Adventures of Gillian the Ridiculous

I got a call this afternoon from the HR guy at a place I had applied for a job at.  The first thing he did was tell me I spelt my name wrong on my cover letter/resume.  Apparently I had a twitch and somehow managed to get 3 “l”s in Gillian.  Good start.  It was a great way to throw me off and make me completely uncomfortable and a bit of a stuttering mess on the phone for a quasi-interview.  

On further investigation, it seems that every single resume/cover letter/CV (including my application for Grad School) I have sent out in the last three months has had this error.  Why didn’t someone (ie big stupid me) catch this sooner?!?

Pageants

We finally got our Christmas Pageant done this morning, after two unsuccessful attempts.  Good thing that the snow they were predicting last night never materialized or else I’m not sure what we would have done.  The kids were adorable as always and the costumes were fantastic.  Some one had made little animal costumes for all the young ones and they really were quite well done. Made me wish we’d had costumes like that when I was in Christmas pageants.  
I remember one year at St. Thomas’ where we told the story from the point of view of the animals in the Christmas story – four main parts by four different animals: a camel, a sheep, a donkey, and I can’t remember the last (perhaps horse or cow as stable representative?). I was the donkey. Please, no asinine comments…  I believe the most believable part of my costume was a fuzzy donkey hat we borrowed from somewhere.  Otherwise it was grey leggings under my grandfathers grey cardigan with a fuzzy tail pinned to the back.  I think I was 10 or 11 at the time.  
I suppose that is what happens when your mother helps to stage the pageant every year: you end up as the lead, or at least co-lead.  I clearly remember going over to the house of another poor Sunday Schooler who’s mother was also involved quite heavily in the pageant.  The two of us would have to read our lines back and forth to each other, speaking into wooden spoons to practice our microphone technique, until we knew them down pat. 
The other bit of preparation I had to undergo involved improving diction and projection.  We lived in a huge old house with two sets of staircases: one at the front and one at the back.  The back stairs had the worst echo (although it was fun to hum as you walked down them).  I used to have to stand at the top of the back stairs with mum standing at the bottom of the front ones and holler my lines until I said them s-l-o-w  e-n-o-u-g-h and e-nun-ci-ated well en-ough that they could be understood at the other end of the house.  
It would be fun to see footage of the many pageants I was in to see if they were actually any good.  (Although if someone reading this actually does have footage, I’m just kidding.  Please burn it.)
At any rate, the kids this morning were adorable and it was quite enjoyable to watch and remember the Christmas story, even three weeks late.  On reflection, it is never to late to remember the message of Christmas.

2008: The Longest Year of My Life

No that is not a catch-phrase.  This past year really has been the longest year of my life due to an intersection of the International Date Line and a leap year.  Really.  Because of our Offshore route, we crossed the date line and lost a day in 2007; we didn’t gain it back again until the spring of 2008, also a leap year.

Now, aided by Howe Sound‘s Father John’s Winter Ale, the local Chinese joint’s Dinner Combo B, and the Royal Canadian Air Farce’s last ever broadcast (its a family tradition), I am ready to ring in the New Year by looking back over the last.

It all began several hours earlier than it it did here in BC in Madang, PNG.  It was the first day of Leg 5 of Offshore and it was of to… an interesting start…  But the crew tried to make the best of it and we ended up making the usual fools of ourselves.  Either way, it was a New Years to remember.

Then it was off to Micronesia where we spent a few days. Next was Guam where there was crazy culture shock.  We sailed over the deepest part of the world in the Mariana Trench and saw temperatures drop dramatically from the 50 degrees of PNG to the mildly above zero temperatures of Okinawa, China, and Japan.

We all learnt about patience, teamwork, cooperation, patience, cold weather, rough sailing, patience…  I temporarily took up knitting to get though the toughest leg of offshore with our 35 days at sea.  Spirits improved when Katie’s boyfriend arrived in Hawaii to propose.

We made it home with few other mishaps.  I turned 26 mid-crossing from Hawaii to Washington and celebrated with a rousing game of Assassins (which I did not win, but managed to live until early afternoon).  I realized that not only was 2008 the longest year of my life, but I spent my entire 25th year on the boat.  Literally.

Now that my time on the boat is over and my time back at school is about to begin, just what have I learnt over the last year?

  • I’ve learnt a lot about trust and patience, especially when it comes to my future.  I tend to want things NOW and life usually doesn’t work that way.
  • I’ve been learning about contentment and being happy with what I have and the people I have around me.
  • I’ve spent a fair bit of time reading about contemplation and have been trying to build a sort of contemplative spirituality into my life in a more meaningful way.
  • I’ve been learning that friendship is hard work.
  • I’ve come to see that, sad as it is, some friendships don’t last forever, as much as you may try to make them.
  • I’ve been able to appreciate my whole family in ways I never knew I would.
  • I realized that as nice as it is to be able to do everything on your own, depending on others is sometimes the only way.
  • I’ve learnt (or perhaps re-learnt) that communication is key.
  • I’ve discovered that sometimes doing what is best for you may not seem like it is best for you at first glance. (Cryptic, I know.)

And that is just the serious stuff.

In my quest for continually reading new and interesting books, I read 56 books in the last year, an assorted and eclectic list of both fiction and non-fiction.  Some were good, some were better, others I wish I’d never picked up.  All in all though, there were some great reads.

And now, what am I looking ahead to in 2009?

  • I’m looking forward to going back to school and anticipating beginning a Master’s degree (pending acceptance into the program. All fingers and toes currently crossed).
  • I’m looking forward to doing some more sailing as a volunteer on the SALTS ships.
  • I’m anticipating a lot of great books to read.
  • I’m planning my next trip.  It probably won’t be in 2009, probably not even 2010, but its good to dream, right?
  • I’m excited about re-connecting with some of my UVic friends who are still there.
  • I’m looking forward to continuing involvement at church and getting to know more and more people as I spend time with the choir and in other activities.
  • I’m looking forward to living!

From Class 4 to ID

I took my class 4 knowledge test today.  It is required for work and is what you need to drive passenger vehicles up to 10 people, ambulances, taxies, handy-dart, and the like.  I’ve already driven the work van, so I’m not sure what the big deal is.

I was worried it was going to be a difficult test because the book is a million pages long and there is a lot in there that has absolutely no application to me so I wasn’t really all that interested in reading it.  I read through the book twice (falling asleep during the second reading this morning) and then walked over to the closest ICBC centre this afternoon to take it.

It was easy.  I didn’t even need the 35 alloted questions before I had the 28 right answers… although the huge glaring red screen every time I got a wrong answer was somewhat disturbing.  It makes me wonder how easy it actually is to get a license here in BC?

Next up, the road test sometime in January.  Until then, I have a yellow piece of paper as my license.  This sucks somewhat because the only time I ever get IDd is when I have I have a temp license; it never happens when I have the plastic one with my picture, only when I have that cursed yellow piece of paper.  Makes me wonder if I should start carrying my passport around?

[un]productivity

All in all, a most productive day:

  • Laundry
  • Bake and eat cookies
  • Leave the house
  • Eat leftover pizza
  • Read a chapter of “Driving Commercial Vehicles”
  • Laze in pjs for hours
  • Nap
  • Organize piles of paper in room
  • Rearrange bookshelf
  • Sit in front of TV pretending study
  • Update layout and colour scheme of blog
Only two things left to accomplish…

Strange Turns

In an interesting turn of events, today ended up as my last day even though I only gave two weeks notice on Tuesday. So tomorrow is my first sleep in morning in about a month. Then I’ll celebrate further by going out for breakfast on Saturday.

Decisions: Update

I gave my notice at one of the jobs today.  So in two weeks, I’ll be out of there and into a bit of instability and uncertainty when it comes to hours and pay-cheques.  But you know what?  I think I’ll be happier.

Decisions

I’ve got a tough decision to make in the next couple of days regarding my work situation and would appreciate prayers regarding it. I’ve got the opportunity for a casual position which will have more flexible hours but a certain amount of uncertainty regarding when/if those hours will be.

On Travel

I’ve started to dream about my next trip.  I’m not sure if this is a good sign or a bad sign.  Part of me thinks it is bad because it means I’m not happy or settled where I am right now.  Don’t get me wrong, I love Victoria, but I miss the excitement of new places and people and the constant education involved in learning about new cultures and experiencing life in new and different ways.  It may also have to do with the state of slight uncertainty that I find myself in right now.  I have a job, but the employers are on holidays and the future of said job was left in a fairly ambiguous state.  I may be full time when they get back, I may be part time; I don’t know.  Until then, I’ll enjoy the people I work with and learning (sort of) new things there.  I also have another job in the wings which I’m going to be casual at starting next week.  It is potentially more along the lines of what I’ll be doing long-term so I’m looking forward to that.  However, it may mean working six days a week for the next bit which isn’t so much fun.

Come to think of it, maybe what I miss and why I’m looking ahead to new adventures is the thrill of no set schedule when traveling.  It is quite a different lifestyle to have no agenda for the day and to be able to take life as it presents itself and capitalize on the opportunities as they come.  I had dinner with friends the other night and they have also spent considerable amounts of time in places with lifestyles vastly different to our North American way of life.  We were speaking of the freedom that comes with not needing to be a cog in the wheel of capitalism/materialism/whatever.  Many, and I would hazard to say most, of the world works only to live.  Once the food for the day is accumulated, there is no point in working further unless repairs need to be done to the house etc. and so one is free to enjoy family, friends, music, sport, and so many other things.   Work is done solely to exist, none of this working to get ahead and amass vast amounts of material possessions.  Some of the happiest people I have ever met are people living in what we would (perhaps arrogantly?) label Third World.  No they are not as “developed” as we are in the “West” (another misnomer), but how do they compare on a happiness level?
One thing I know for sure, some of the happiest times I have experienced have been living out of my backpack or my bunk on the boat as I’ve traveled in places where people have, relatively speaking, nothing and finding the joy of experiencing life with them.  Not because I have lots of things to give and share but because of me and because of them and because of the fact that we share life together on this planet.