It was a friday. Last friday actually! As I was home alone (as always since the last 2-3 months), I started to wonder what I was going to do with my life while waiting for my math result (you know the story). I figured I had to find a job. The schools around home had my name but had all mentionned how the list of people before me was long. I had made my idea that substitute teaching wasn't for me at this period. Of course I knew I was capable of doing it since i had been in the last two years... But at this period of time and with all the new restrictions from the school board... Nop ! So i thought maybe after christmas or the usual "may to june" period. But not now. And anyways, I couldn't stay home just waiting for the phone to ring now and then... Or maybe not at all.
So I started looking here and there for job opportunities around home. It didn't matter really what the job was... as long as it was a job. I didn't have much money and wanted some for my Xmas presents but also to start looking for some furniture and stuff to buy for our (me and my Jean-François) place we we're going to move to sometime between january and next spring (no rush since it was in one of papa's cabins at the lake).
Nothing seemed really interesting around here... for the first time in a long time, I had no idea where and what to look for. I hadn't searched for a job in years as I was still at Mam'zelle's (God, i'd eat some right now) in the summer and at school the rest of the year. Everything I saw required something I didn't have or just didn't interest me at all. I suddenly had a flash of how bad I had always wanted to go out west. I had wanted to apply there for my last "stage" I did but hadn't had all the papers required on time so it hadn't worked out. I had missed out on a great opportunity and still regretted it. Thinking of all of this made me want to go there even more! Or actually... Anywhere new !
I L-O-V-E-D my boyfriend but I knew our relationship was strong enough to handle me going away for a little while and I especially knew that he would totally understand and be encouraging. Now what kind of job was I going to look for out there... I wasn't the type of person who would just fly out west and look for a job once I was over there. And anyways... I didn't have enough money to do so without knowing what would come next. So I remembered this girl from High school who had once been a nanny for a family over there. And Sara Ann had already mentionned "Canadiannanny.com" so I thought " why not ? ".
As I scrolled up and down the Canadian nanny families, I realized I would actually like doing this kind of job for a while. I started building up my profile. The kind of person I am... what I'm looking for... My past experiences with children... What provinces I am willing to work in (This is starting to be interesting!)...
I checked all the provinces except Nunavut and Northwest territories (didn't wanna go that far ans freeze). Was I looking to Live-In ou Live-Out ? Emm.. Live-In of course ! I wasn't gonna start searching for an appartment also. I wrote a short summary of myself and that was it.
I later found out another similar website called "Nannies4hire.com" so I figured I'd apply on this one too. It was Sunday. As I was finishing my second nanny profile I smiled and thought "What the hell am I doing ?... As if !! " But what was done was done and I kinda laughed at myself for loosing the past two hours of my day typing about myself to "No one" I figured. Oh well... I knew this was all too good to be true so I had my mind made up that in the following days, I'd have to refine my job searching in the region. What was I going to look for... It was starting to bother me a bit. Then I had another flash... " Maybe a job in a hotel out west or somewhere ? That would be fun too... I'll check that out tomorrow ! "
Later that night I snuggled on the couch with my man and just completely forgot about all of my nanny phase... I simply figured that tomorrow was another day and that that day would be a job searching one. But for now, I just didn't wanna think about it anymore.
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