6 Jul

This is interesting:

Open letter from a millennial: Quit telling us we’re not special


2 Dec

Managing social media accounts is a dangerous job for a procrastinator and arguably a.d.d. employee like myself. I came across Clayton M. Christenson’s commencement speech “how will you measure your life”  the other day and felt motivated by some of his advice. Christenson explains:

For me, having a clear purpose in my life has been essential. But it was something I had to think long and hard about before I understood it. When I was a Rhodes scholar, I was in a very demanding academic program, trying to cram an extra year’s worth of work into my time at Oxford. I decided to spend an hour every night reading, thinking, and praying about why God put me on this earth. That was a very challenging commitment to keep, because every hour I spent doing that, I wasn’t studying applied econometrics. I was conflicted about whether I could really afford to take that time away from my studies, but I stuck with it—and ultimately figured out the purpose of my life.

Without the religious context, this advice is still useful in that it asks us to be mindful of our goals, rather than ambivalently drifting out to sea. I can name you all the things I don’t want, but find it nearly impossible to settle on something I do. My aim is to spend an hour a week figuring out what I do want (in a non-creepy “The Secret,” Oprah’s dream board kind of way).

I want a job that I wake up feeling energized about, so I borrowed “Do What You Are” from the library. The book helps readers pinpoint their Meyer-Briggs personality type (which I am now obsessed with) and then provides recommendations as to what kinds of jobs make that personality type feel energized and purposeful. I have to say, it’s pretty spot on for myself and anyone I harass into sharing their Meyer-Briggs type. As an INTP, I thrive on analytical thinking and creative problem solving, and only prefer to work in small groups of people I intellectually and creatively respect.Also, an unstructured work environment is a must. I suppose it didn’t tell me something I didn’t already know, but did provide career suggestions that resonated. Most important of all, it made me feel less guilty for rejecting the kind of jobs other people sometimes expect of me — it’s just not in my dna.

(P.S. if you are reading this tell me your Meyer-Briggs type. As I said, I am obsessed).


18 Oct

As much as life’s an adventure (and other cliche’s), I’m starting to really hate this thing called change.


Act the way you want to feel

11 Aug

Act the way you want to feel. 

In high school, I spent three years working a part-time job at Dollarama. At the thriving cultural centre of Welland and Bunting road, I saw everything from a pet rat on a leash to men soliciting sex next to women’s hair accessories.

“A puppy committed suicide after he saw our bathroom!”

“A pack of wild dogs took over and successfully ran a Wendy’s!”

“I once saw a baby give another baby a tattoo: they were very drunk!”

Not quite as extreme as Tracy Jordan's experiences

Worst of all, people really get bent out of shape if you overcharge an item (A DOLLAR, I will add), they find the kitchen products ineffective, or if their favourite scented candle is out of stock. For my long-time friend Christine and I, who were and still are generally incapable of humouring other people,  dealing with long lines of impatient, entitled customers at the cash register depleted all of our energy. We’d either storm into the break room and turn off the lights, letting our batteries recharge in the darkness or play a mood game (also an excellent way to break awkward silence among 4-5 employees). We’d have “smiling contests” where we’d all smile at each other and the last one to break from their shit-eating grin would win.

Our jack-o-lantern grins were admittedly creepy at first, especially because our eyes would aggressively dart across the room making sure all participants hadn’t yet flunked out of the game. It didn’t take long, though, before our antagonistic smiles became a mask for our muffled giggles. The game itself felt hilarious, but more importantly: smiling actually made us happier. I would walk back onto the floor with a kick in my step and an elevated mood.

I haven’t been particularly happy since the accident. I moved out here because I missed the adrenaline I got from biking and hiking in the great outdoors and had hoped to resume that lifestyle as quickly as possible. Of course, it doesn’t need to be said, but “you don’t always get what you want.” My goal of feeling strong enough to do a 3 day over-night hike now has to be adjusted so that I can one day accomplish a one hour hike. In treatment I’ve met many individuals with much less mobility than me, so to them I’m probably a whiny little baby.

As of late, my pity party is finally over. I’m getting up earlier, acting happier, and slowly, feeling happier, too.

14 Jun

Crescent Beach, Surrey, BC

This weekend was filled with writerly conferences for which I had media passes. On Saturday, I briefly attended TBEX,  a conference for travel bloggers, and on Sunday I participated in workshops for the B.C. Writer’s Federation, overlooking Crescent Beach.

Key points I learned were:

1. The importance of branding oneself. 

2. The importance of connecting to other writers online. 

It was pretty neat to see the community travel writers had built with each other through blogging and twitter. On the flip side, it was fairly discouraging to see how unlikely a paying career as a travel writer truly is.

To read more about the travel conference, click here.

Thoughts on the Canada Post strike

14 Jun

With the onset of the Canada Post strike, corporate news organizations have created too many caricatures of postal workers, describing them as greedy and selfish, and pitting them against the general public.

Earlier this week, the Vancouver Sun posted a syndicated article by Licia Corbella that suggests postal workers need to quit their griping, and consider themselves lucky for the generosity of Canada Post’s wages and benefits,especially since the job requires no education in a declining industry.

To read more of this article, click here.

21 May

Tracy and I stumbled upon this spot on our way back from Grouse mountain. I say stumbled as if it’s some secret to Vancouver, but it was definitely a scenic spot I had never heard of. While we snapped away with our cameras, a young man was sprawled out on a blanket reading a book, with a picnic basket by his side. Just precious.

Capilano Lake

For any Mulder and Scully fans, Capilano Lake was portrayed as Okobogee in the first episode of the X-Files. Currently, it provides 40% of Vancouver’s water supply.