Thursday, May 18, 2017

Good Love is on the Way!


I never thought I'd be saying that I'm in a good place, regardless of what's in my wallet, but perhaps I've realized contentment doesn't lie amidst the paper bills and coin in my pocket. It's been a year and 5 months since my life took a turn for a better path. The partner in my life made a decision which has settled me into a less rocky landscape. He has become my partner in crime and my best friend, and, although some could say we are a tad boring, no one can feel the comfortable and content feeling I have knowing he's there.

I used to live my life without a safety net, not really caring which decision was right or wrong. Now I have someone to bounce my thoughts off of, and it is an amazing feeling. Who would have known when he met me, a long time ago, that we would be together again as a couple. In some way I think it was all supposed to be this way, but maybe it was just me letting down the wall and taking a chance.

The best birthday gift was from him... A simple post on Facebook - "Happy Birthday!  The best seawall walk and Checkers pitstop I decided to take... In 2015". Short, sweet, to the point. The best of the best.

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Spring Has Sprung!


The sun finally came out today, timely with Spring just arriving a few days ago. In addition to the warmer weather, the birds chirping and the flowers beginning to pop up through the topsoil, my continuing blooming personal life is also stretching upwards toward the sun. This upcoming weekend brings on a milestone in any relationship - the traditional "holiday meeting of the boyfriend". Easter is this weekend and he is coming to dinner at my parents home. As he said, "The pressure is on!".

My family is far from religious so this dinner is more of a gathering of our busy siblings and their better halves, and children. With all of our responsibilities at our various careers, it's virtually impossible to lasso the herd, and the intermittent holidays seem to tweak our instincts to return home, like salmon returning to their creek to spawn. I decided, since my man has no family out west, that he might enjoy the warmth in his belly of a home cooked meal and the hilarity of our eccentric family. Perhaps it will give him some insight into my character and background; better yet, faces to the people I speak of regularly.

My father and stepmother have hinted for years about my lack of love life, and I'm somewhat excited about the chance for them to meet him. I have always wanted them to be at ease with my path, which ever direction, and with this relationship addition to my life, and the ease at which it came along, I hope it will bring some confidence and relief in the back of their minds. I don't particularly make my decisions consciously regarding my partner, and whether he will make my family happy, but I must say that my new man may fulfill all of their desires for me.

The season has the signs of change in other ways. I have my mind filling with plans in the summer: beaches, getaways, camping, etc, thanks to this new guy popping hints and questions. He wants to book a camping spot, an exciting adventure for me as I have never been camping. I have gone house boating but no actual "tent-n-sleeping bag" excursions in the wild. I was a frequent sleepwalker as a child and wasn't allowed to go camping, for fear I would walk off into the night. I also have been focusing on spring cleaning, where clearing out the unused trash and clutter in my apartment (and life) is taking up a bit of my time outside of work. Cat proofing my apartment windows and balcony seems to be the centre of the activity, saving my visually impaired and naive young fur-monkey from obvious death. There is a high probability my cat will try to jump on the balcony railing, not seeing how far her fall potentially could be from seven floors up. I don't want to repair my heart again, especially over a simple screen on my balcony for pet protection.


I did add a new mirror to my decor, four square tiles lined up to create a full length mirror. Now I will actually see what I am wearing fully, instead of seeing my wardrobe. We both installed this simple item together, after a rainy day in wandering through IKEA. Sometimes doing simple things bring out the best in relationships. We initially shopped in geeky computer stores for used computer items, ending up in the new couple's future planning paradise, full of Swedish furniture designs with strange names for such designs.

Spring is not my favorite of the seasons, although with the new outlook on my less than lonely future, I may have to rethink my adamant choice of Autumn being the best time of the year. It feels nice, like warm tea sliding down my throat, knowing there's someone to sleep next to once or twice a week.

Sunday, March 13, 2016

2 Months In

Well, it's the end of February and I'm officially in a relationship. It has been over 3 years since I've been tied down and I'm actually giddy. Somehow this man found me after 3 years. He disappeared when he moved to East Van, and he regrets not asking me out before he moved. I am blown away that he returned, like a cat that ran away, and now has returned to his home.

After dating him, before deciding to make it official, I realized that we have more in common than I ever did before, when we were bar buddies. From little trivial things like owning a cookoo clock and liking WWII planes, to having similar lifestyles and ideals, we are such and easy match. Two pieces of a puzzle that fit like a glove. Even when there is silence, we are comfortable.

I'm not even crossing my fingers....it just works. Maybe 2016 and the year of the monkey is finally my year!!!!!

Sunday, January 10, 2016

Date Night

I have to admit, I haven't been on a date in very long time. Now, whether or not this was an actual date at first, I believe turned into one during the evening. Movie, dinner and drinks was the plan. I was excited, not only to see an old friend from the 'ole watering hole', but we were going to see Star Wars: The Force Awakens. I have been a Star Wars fan since I was 9 years old, and I know seeing this movie could be either awesome or disappointing, but at least going with him would give us less awkward moments of silence.

He is pretty shy but I remembered how he broke through his shell a bit when we hung out, so when we met up in the theatre, I was happy to see it wasn't awkward at all. He had reserved the perfect seats in the theatre via computer, giving us the ease of just walking in, picking up drinks and sitting without the seat search. Great small talk, some giggles over the 3D glasses and the lights went low. The reclining seats were comfortable but did make it a bit uncomfortable to have the traditional snuggle in the glowing lights from the screen. That put me at ease in a way, too soon for that anyways.

Avoiding laying out a full review of the movie here, I will say it was definitely a good discussion after you leave the theater, which is what we did once we were outside. A good thing as I didn't want to cause some negative reactions from exiting viewers on the escalators. While we searched for a restaurant that wasn't full, we talked about the movie, agreeing on most topics and laughing about our view of the movie from old eyes compared to the preteen eyes full of awe and wonder at the original episode released 39 years before.

We decided on Indian food, a good choice as I haven't eaten this type of food for at least a decade. He loves hot spicy food, where I am not a fan but I knew I could order something there to my spice tolerance. The restaurant was very quiet, easy to talk, and we did, about everything. I asked if he missed the West End, as he moved east 4 years ago.
He told me his New Years resolution - to mingle more at work, especially at lunch, rather than eat in his office. This showed me he even recognizes he is shy. After dinner, which I paid, to even up the financial spending and hopefully the uncomfortable moment at cheque time, we walked down to the bar, where we would feel at ease, with familiar faces and places around us. We fiddled with his mobile phone to make it work better, and giggled at the dancer, as it was the weekly disco night event. It got really busy so he suggested we go somewhere quieter and I agreed. Off to another pub, which wasn't great and then to another, we talked more about our jobs, our outdoor activities, my pet, etc.

Finally, it was time to go, so he and I walked up to my apartment building. As ingrained in everyone, the pregnant pause at the door turned in to a nice hug. He probably would have kissed me even on the cheek if he wasn't so shy. I said that we should get together again and he agreed. Hopefully, we do, as the first date is always weird. Now that we are relaxed around each other, we can have more fun next time. I hope it happens.

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And just a little update.... Another date is in the works ;).....

Saturday, January 2, 2016

New Years Day - Eyes Wide Open.

My eyes, blurry from the festivities of the previous evening, squinted at the blinding light shining through my bedroom window. A faint purring could be heard behind me as my fluffy cat slept peacefully. It's a new year, 2016, and my first thought was of coffee. Once I stirred, BeBe, my newest edition of my furry companion collection, was sitting up starting at me with her crooked marble blue eyes. She no doubt had been waiting all morning for her breakfast and was purring waiting for my two feet to hit the ground.

The plan today was to watch the new year revellers jump into the chilly water for the annual polar bear swim. Then head into the bar and cheer in the new year with my friends. As I sipped my coffee I smiled at the memory of the past 2 weeks off. I focused not on trying to buy the perfect gifts, rushing all over town in a chaotic mess. This year I promised myself it's not about what you give but the giving itself. I have been blessed this year with many great things - new work, new friends, new accomplishments, new confidence - all received most likely from giving more than taking in my life.

Santa may not be a tangible person, sliding down chimneys and leaving gifts for everyone who was good that year, but that giving spirit can be in everyone if they let it. I had a quiet Christmas but ensured I made a visit to the friends working that day, with cute hand made gifts. I had Christmas dinner with a friend who's children and extended family are spread literally all over the world. I played board games with my family on Boxing Day, completely forgetting the need for gifts, laughing until my stomach hurt. I paid for other's bar bills and grocery bills, feeling like Santa Claus every time I gave selflessly. This is what Christmas is all about.

Now, as I sip my coffee, I realize my vacation is almost over and I only have a few days left to enjoy the silence. I watched the hummingbird that practically lives on my balcony, perched in the ficus plant, protecting his feeders from other jewel coloured hummingbird attempting to share the sugary syrup. I enjoyed seeing bald eagles dive for prey, unfortunate ducks plucked from the water, while walking around the seawall. Savoured the delicious sushi I had been missing and the brisk winter air while strolling around Lost Lagoon. It has been a very relaxing, time off from work.

Watching movies from my couch was ideal on this foggy day, which distracted me from my plans. I thought about some resolutions I never make, as the plots of the rom-com movies played out on the screen. The one thing I need to do more than anything this year... make myself available more, especially in the romance department. A friend said to me one day, while we spoke of being alone, that I choose to be single. This is true in some ways, as I have had moments in the last year where I could have turned another corner and romance would be there. I also believe I didn't select that route because I needed to focus on being comfortable with myself. I took offense to this comment in a small way but agreed also. This year will be different.

My phone blinked and the "ding" of the text just received shook me out of my reverie. It was another friend summoning me out as there was an old pal at the bar I needed to see. So I threw on my shoes, wearing a yoga-like sporty outfit, comfy and warm. I walked into the bar where there was the usual suspects with drunken smiles painted on their faces, from the beverages strewn about the bar top. A chair was open, so I sat down sober, compared to the dizzying noise and laughter of the woozy patrons. I looked around for this old friend for whom I was summoned down. He was at the end of the bar and I waved when he glanced around. Immediately he jumped off his stool and walked over to me. We passed the obvious pleasantries, hugging, and shared a few awkward moments of silence and he persisted in the chatter rather than sit back down in his seat. I was pleasantly surprised and realized that this could be a fork in the road with another choice to be made. Which route shall it be?

As the late afternoon turned into evening, I told him we should do this again and he agreed, exchanging mobile numbers. He was taking a cab home (he had moved from the West End to East Vancouver) so I gave him a hug good night. I said I hoped we can do this again soon.

Hopefully this will be a good year.

Happy New Year!

Friday, February 20, 2015

The Invasion

Silence....This blog site has been quiet for over a month. I didn't actually push PAUSE on my life, although it definitely felt like it. In the midst of a life hiatus, I managed to find a place to hang my jacket for 8 hours a day. Although it is not in that dream job, it is employment, and for now, I am happy to be earning a wage. I am still in the industry of cooking, albeit a bit off on a tangent. I am cooking on food trucks at my old university, which is less cooking and mostly customer service. I have always thought of myself as someone who should always be behind the doors which divide the kitchen from the customers, as I have managed to increase my kitchen vocabulary to heights which would embarrass even myself, but apparently I have a skill with clientele as my new job. I am actually good at serving people, at least through a mobile food truck window. So I am currently working there, earning a union wage and slowly feeling the creativity shrivel in my body. Hence, the disappearance. I am always looking for new, more fertile work, as I feel the downfall of union work seeping into my pores, invading my mind. It is no wonder these employees have become the simple worker bee, with no real movement upwards, these people toil without any desire to create or impress. I feel out of place amongst the crop of cloned employees.

I digress, regardless of how the title of this blog does seem to be about an invasion of my world of unions, but it is not about that at all. My body has been invaded by another being, albeit tiny, but able to multiply quickly. I have the dreaded COLD, and have tracked it's invasion over the past five days. This so called invader has taken almost everyone I know captive, moving on to next victim easily, most likely via a cough, sneeze, or simply in the moist air carrying our friendly conversations. I have managed to avoid such a named bug, COLD, for quite awhile, where usually my warriors that fight off invaders in my body are fit for the task, and COLD only gets his foot in the door, before the soldiers stamp on his toes and the door slams shut. In this case, my relaxed lifestyle over the past months, and recent employment have probably taxed my army a bit too much, leaving the windows and doors open for COLD to sneak in unassuming, jumping warriors one by one. Now, the war is on and my troops are winning, as I can tell by my symptoms to date. Here is the play by play time line of this JEN vs COLD war to date, in case you experience the same war going on inside your body. Please remember, these day-to-day descriptions all depend on how large your army is, and how strong your warriors are.

DAY 1 (Monday): The Friendly Tickle

COLD is a nasty little being who comes into your house, past your guards, most likely with your friends. He's like that dude that gets by the bouncer in a nightclub, sneaking in while somehow creating a distraction. In my case, my army of immunity warriors had the longest vacation in history. There were a few times I had to call in part of the troops to fend off COLD, but it has definitely been a long vacay drinking 1516 and red wine by the poolside. So when I had to go back to work, these soldiers were probably pretty groggy, not used to getting up every morning and having to fight off new foreign enemies from bus riders. These new enemy troops didn't speak the same language and the terrain of the bus and new colder work environment was foreign. The day before I really noticed my army was failing, I worked an off shift, at night, in the cold. Definitely, this was not a normal war scenario for my troops. Then, after my shift, I had a few too many beverages, making my soldiers weak, and BAM, COLD entered through an open door in my fortress.

 I woke up the next morning, feeling groggy but generally on par for the day. I spent my first day of a week off of work, reading week at the university, entertaining the enormous task of "Spring Cleaning". Reorganizing, moving furniture, renewing my living space, thus hopefully reenergizing my being. Unfortunately COLD had begun his stealth fight, soldiers dropping quietly, and by the end of the day, unbeknownst to me, I was missing a brigade and a small part of my body was invaded. My throat had the slightest tickle, which I racked up to the dust in my cleaning tirade bothering breathing. So, as my groggy soldiers were being taken out one by one in a dust storm, and COLD took over my throat to reproduce, strengthening his army, I decided to have a few drinks after my house cleaning, and weaken my troops some more... 

Day 2 (Tuesday): The Lump

My eyes were blinded by the mid-morning sun as I a woke, and immediately felt and unusual phlegm filled mass in the back of my throat, similar to swallowing a frog (like anyone has actually done that). I recognized this instantly, knowing my week off was probably ruined, as COLD has invaded my body. The war was on. That feeling in the back of my throat is exactly like a familiar scene in movies, when a small army sees a much larger enemy army coming over the hill towards them. The lump was actually COLDs army! As I tried my best all day to divert the army into the narrow gully into my stomach, thus drowning the brigade in a pool of acid in my stomach, the enemy kept multiplying, and my soldiers were tiring in the action of detouring this mass of enemy fire to the acid pool. This exhaustion my army was feeling, took toll on my energy too, as I slept most of the day watching Netflix, while the beautiful sunshine outside teased me. I watched my hummingbirds sparkle in the sunlight, feeding from the feeder, as I lay dazed on the couch, as if three quarters of my blood was drained from my body.

Finally I got up and realized I needed to feed my army, and go to Safeway and get some grub. I also had an appointment with a friend, so I killed two birds with one stone (what a horrendous saying!) and went out for drinks with him, whilst my provisions were at my feet. As the night went on, the war was silent, in fact, going outside revived me a bit, making me feel better, when in fact, both sides of the war were actually resting for more intense fighting the next day. The entertainment that evening made me forget that there was a battle going on inside my body until I grabbed my bag of provisions. When I arrived home, I medicated with Neo Citron, and fell asleep, along with my troops. In the quiet of the night, the enemy had another surprise stuffed up his sleeve... 

Day 3 (Wednesday): The Cough

Sunshine blasting through my window, warming my face and prying my eyes open. Another beautiful day and I wondered what was going on on the battlefield. Without moving I sucked in a deep breath, filling my lungs, and I noticed COLD had taken over not only my throat, which still had those soldiers running into the acid pool, but also some of my lungs. Somehow, the cloning of the enemy soldiers caused an overflow of troops, and my soldiers couldn't contain them in the gully running to my acidic stomach. In turn, the abundance of enemy troops invaded my esophagus and lungs. It wasn't much of an invasion, but enough for me to take notice. The war seemed steady all day, and my soldiers fighting in my lungs were forcing me to disperse of the enemy by coughing them out. This action is quite violent to the enemy and home soil, additionally causing neighbouring countries (people) to be invaded by COLD if they are in the line of fire. 

Knowing I needed to strengthen my troops, I went outside for a walk, enjoying the sunshine and fresh air. Being outside, confused the enemy and COLD began to retreat, as my army gained strength from my getting some exercise. My two hour walk in the sun rejuvenated me and my troops, pushing the enemy out of my body. I coughed up a storm, away from as many people as I could, avoiding the catapulting action it caused, flinging soldiers from my lungs. Once I finished my walk outside, I met up with some friends, and it seemed my cough subsided a bit. I chose to not go overboard with the libations, thus making my army inebriated, and ate instead. You know the saying, "Feed a cold, starve a fever"? I did just that, allowing my troops to replenish. That night I went home, watched more Netflix, dosing off after more Neo Citron.

Day 4 (Thursday): The Enemy Is Green!

I love waking up with the sunshine on my face, that's why I sleep with the curtains open. I generally never shut my curtains, unless I am "entertaining". This morning the sun woke me as usual, but there was something amiss. My lungs felt solid, as if the enemy had multiplied exponentially in my lungs in those eight hours. My soldiers woke similarly, the enemy right on top of them, daggers in hand. Luckily that sleep was the one thing I needed after some food in my belly. I got up and my army went into psycho-mode, killing the enemy fire and soldiers left, right and center. I spent ten to fifteen minutes coughing out the enemy violently. My sinuses also had been invaded and those troops were ejected too, into the Kleenex tarp wrapped around my nostrils. Cough after cough, I saw those enemies with my very own eyes. It had been a long time since I stared into the green eyes of COLD, but he was a familiar enemy from the past. Dressed in lime green, his exterminated troops violently left my fortress, via The Cough, The Sneeze or The Forced Nose Blow. Each time my body felt a bit lighter, and stronger, readying for another expulsion of enemy soldiers.

After that morning battle, I made myself a cup of coffee and ate some granola bars, while reading the rest of my book in the sunshine in my newly arranged, yet thoroughly unfinished apartment. COLD subsided after the violent battle, and allowed his troops to rest. I got dressed and went outside again for an even longer walk, enjoying the sun and numerous eagle-sightings, delighting me immensely. My obsession with bald eagles had subsided but I still get immense joy out of seeing such regal birds soaring above. I have moved on to birds in general, but spying two hummingbirds at Lost Lagoon made my smile, and identifying rare birds here in Stanley Park, kept my day occupied, rather than focussing on my inner battle. After a quick visit with friends again watching the hockey game, I made my way home. 


Netflix on, watching The Mind of a Chef, I began to fill my stagnant creative cooking files with new ideas. Perhaps, this war in my body was just what I needed. A kick in the ass to start creating again, in the kitchen. While I woke up my creative side, my body began a new expulsion method, Sneezing! I hadn't sneezed much this time around with the battle of COLD, but i sneezed about ten times, each time I let loose, shooting enemy troops far away from my fortress. This caused minor damaged to the outside of my castle, as I coughed and sneezed simultaneously, and spit my upper lip a bit. I put some lip balm on and continued the battle. After the main battle subsided i was hungry. I made a late night snack - a grilled cheese sandwich with pancetta and basil, with a side of shrimp chips all drizzled in Sriracha. Spice was the new chemical warfare for COLDs army, and it worked.
My nose began to run from the Sriracha sauce, so much so that I blew my shnoze so much, there was a pile of dead enemy soldiers inside Kleenexes on my coffee table. "Take that COLD!" I wandered off to sleep, after another Neo Citron and two Tylenol sinus tablets, to combat the silent night battle.


Day 5 (Friday): We are Winning!

I woke again with the sunlight on my face, and ran my tongue over my upper lip to find the small cut still there. I got up, heavy chested, and plugged nose. I knew what I needed to do. This wasn't an invasion but the aftermath of my immunity soldiers doing their job. They fought a good battle so far and the tides had turned. We were winning! I just had to do my job and remove the dead enemy soldiers. With more energy and gusto, I blew my nose hard and coughed up a storm. Immediately I felted freed of the weight. Those lime green soldiers removed quickly with force. I was ready to make a great meal, creativity file opened in my head. I made a meal of sautéed nugget potatoes with pancetta, beans, peas, corn and bok choy, topped with something I saw on The Mind of a Chef - poached scrambled eggs. I wanted to see if it was as easy as it seemed on the show. It was! The eggs were light and fluffy, like a creamy foam on a pint of Guinness!  I laid the eggs on the hash and added fresh basil (the basil wasn't the best idea but the only herb I had). It was delicious and I was happy to have finally started cooking again.

A freshly brewed cup of coffee and I sit here writing, another sign that I could be back to normal, if not back to even better than normal. I feel much better, regardless of the aftermath: my lip split, my throat a bit scratchy from coughing out the enemy, my nostrils a bit red from blowing out bad guys. I actually feel refreshed in a way. Perhaps, getting sick isn't as bad as it seems. I was lucky enough to not be working this week to properly deal with the inner battle. Will I get the rest of my Spring Cleaning done? Meh, who cares really.... I have tomorrow to do that. I just wanna get back outside. Fight on troops! We are winning the battle inside and out!



Thursday, December 4, 2014

Desire and Desperation

It has been almost a month of unemployment and I'm going a bit stir crazy. It's not like I haven't been looking for work, as I have been sending out resumes almost daily. I just haven't had any desire to want to be a cook anymore, and with that massive obstacle in my way, my desire to job search is obsolete. It's been hard for me to even enjoy food itself, meals only being used for fuel, rather than enjoyment. I have spent over 25 years in this restaurant industry and it has run me dry. My last experience open wounds that won't heal and I am reluctant to find another similar job, in fear that those scars will reopen immediately. Everyone knows the infamous line: "Same shit, different pile" - I know that it is true and avoiding it is impossible in this industry. 


Passion is one thing I have been looking at in myself lately, trying to search for something I would love to do that would always motivate me no matter what. I know that here is a large chunk of passion missing in my life and it has been manifesting in other forms to replace that void inside of me. I spend an enormous time being a caregiver in my day-to-day existence. Currently I have spent time caring for the little birds that come to my balcony, making sure they are fed over these cold winter nights. I have to make sure these little creatures have their feed, especially the hummingbirds, as they are dependant on animal lovers to help them through the tough months. In return, I get to see the wonderful little "munchkins" visiting me daily, if not hourly, and enjoy photographing them if they stop for a second or two.


This love I have had for animals has been with me all my life - owning 5 cats, 8 fish, 3 turtles - and I wanted to be a veterinarian when I was a kid. As I got older, seeing my pets pass away, I may not be able to divide the compassion for the animals and still do the job. It was simply moved off to the back of my mind, hidden behind other past memories. I currently do not own a pet, as my last cat - Princess - was put down in the summer after an amazingly good and long life. My apartment, except for my balcony, is devoid of a furry companion and although I do enjoy not needing a lint brush, or picking cat hair out of my coffee cup, I do miss caring for a fur-ball and would love to fill my space with "Number 6" on my long list of feline friends. I often look for outdoor kitties on my walks around the neighbourhood, giving them my own private names. For some reason animals are naturally attracted to me - dogs always walking up to me, cats rubbing their faces on my legs - and I am wanting to use this natural skill in my next line of work.


I did apply twice to the same pet supply store in the last decade, both times successful in gaining the job yet, I was always afraid of leaving the comfortable surroundings of restaurant cooking. Jumping out of my comfort zone into a new alley of work is not easy for me, but I was surprised how easily I could sell myself in these interviews, to the point of having the job served to me almost on a platter. The only things stopping me was timing and loyalty. I am loyal to a fault and when a job is offered to you in the busiest time of the year, it is hard to cut those ties without losing the relationships you have made over the past years. I know from experience, watching ownership deal with resignations in a very immature way, taking it personally, instead of wishing the employee well in their new venture. At the time, I wasn't ready to leave my comfort zone or make enemies, so I hunkered down and stayed. I think since that last passed opportunity, I have been internally storing disappointment in myself for not taking the plunge.


So now, I am looking for work, attempting to avoid the inevitable, hoping another opportunity presents itself, while still knowing I may have to cook again to make ends meet. While perusing Craigslist I came across an ad looking for a store manager in a raw food pet store, and my eyes lit up. I applied immediately as I saw the requirements were definitely in my repertoire of abilities. Not only am I familiar with management, but there is some knowledge of the product sold and its proper storage. I can easily be self educated on the importance of feeding raw food to pets, and the other minor tasks involved. I have waited patiently for a response but after a day and a half I sent a follow up email, just to sell myself a bit more. I now have to continue to look for other work while I pray for this job to work out. Animals are a passion of mine and making this a new career could be just what I have needed.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         
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