A bit of radio silence from me there. My apologies for that! I had a busy sort of week. First there was a job interview, and then Tim had three days off from work in a row, so we spent time together and finally conquered a bunch of errands.
Among them: I have a computer again!
As I mentioned before, my monitor is buried towards the back and bottom of the BigSteelBox that I used to move my things here, and unless we feel like entirely pulling the contents of that box apart and then putting them back together again, including all the shrink wrapping and ratchet strapping, it’s going to be staying at the back and bottom until we find a place to live and I can take my things out of storage for good. As I wasn’t sure when that would be – there have been tentative ideas tossed around, but alas, tentative ideas aren’t something I can depend on or plan around, and I had work I wanted to get back to – we were trying to come up with a work around.
And then yesterday afternoon Tim just suggested that we go to Best Buy and find something on sale to manage in the meanwhile. I thought about it, checked their site and…. aw heck. Sometimes the path of least resistance is the one to pursue. So off we went on a bus adventure, mostly chauffeured by a sweet driver who’s apparently been driving Tim around town since he was small. Now there was an unexpected source for conversations! Victoria reminds me a bit of St. Albert that way. It’s a city, but it has a small town feel to it sometimes. There’s that same familiarity that crops up. You chat with bus drivers and cashiers. You wave to strangers while out walking, or at least nod and say hello. It’s sweet, and it’s comfortable.
But anyway. To Best Buy we went, and a monitor we acquired, and then, when we got it back home, we set it up and…. I realized that I probably should have just purchased a monitor on the cheap a long time ago, really. The one I have stored is a hand-me-down that I took from my parents when my previous monitor bit the dust. This cheap thing was maybe $150 and just because of the years that have passed since I purchased my last “good” monitor, this is worlds better than the at-the-time expensive one that I was using before. I should know this. Technology doesn’t slow down. Eventually the lowest quality item on store shelves is still better than the old it-was-good-when-I-got-it that’s on one’s desk.
Altogether, having my real desktop back is so much better than the last few weeks of using my ancient Macbook. I have a big, shiny screen, instead of my small, dull thing, and the Mac Mini seems to pick up an internet connection better than any of my other devices. I can watch Netflix and it doesn’t freeze every couple of seconds. In fact, it’s barely pixelated. I’m still picking up a wi-fi signal from far enough away that I won’t be doing any online gaming (but then, if online gaming was something I was really drawn to, I wouldn’t be a Mac user), but I feel like I could get back into proper writing again. I have my games back, I have my Intuos tablet, I have access to my external hard drive again, and I can use my scanner with the software I’m used to instead of trying to scan using my Macbook’s Preview Import function.
In related joy, I have Photoshop again! Now there’s the great relief. I can fix typos and clean up files and actually get started on thinking about the filler art I want to prepare for when I run out of my buffer of comic pages for The Prophecy of the Circle. I’ve had enthusiastic wishes from readers for both digital comics and digital filler art and I may do a little bit of both. It’s probably easier to keep the stories short since I don’t know how long the hiatus will be, after all.
Aleksi definitely approves of the upgrade to his Warm Box.
On the hunting front, as I mentioned, I had a job interview recently. I’ve never had a more positive experience. Honestly, it’s amazing how much difference there is for me here. While in Alberta I struggled for years to break into my field, here there seems to be a wealth of opportunities. I keep finding jobs that call for editing, writing, art, social media skills, web coding, and the like, and I actually get responses when I throw in resumes, too. It’s kind of sad that that makes me excited, but honestly, there was always just so little in the way of success when I tried back in my home province. Among the meager job offerings in the creative and communications fields, on those few occasions when I did get an interview, the experiences were almost never positive. The person interviewing was either very starchy and distant or bored or just exhausted, so it seemed. I have a heavy negative connotation with what must be near the top, just from what I saw by peeking in at the entry level. It just didn’t seem like anyone was enjoying themselves.
Here, it’s different, or at least it seems to be so far. I was talking with my former roommate, Danielle, and she said she’s encountered the same thing. The interviewers we’ve both met are genuinely enthusiastic, friendly people who want to know what we’re like as people and they really seem to enjoy what they’re doing. Not only do the jobs exist (and some of them are truly weird and wonderful sounding for a creative mind), but the people involved are clearly doing something fulfilling with their lives. It’s exciting!
And then today we wandered on into downtown Victoria. Lovely, classy place. I can’t get over the architecture here, and how beautiful everything is. Art is everywhere, and so are all the things I live and breathe. Tim had to listen to me squealing about the shops we passed and the gorgeous parks and flowerbeds that are everywhere. There are so many strange, independent, and oddball places. That’s the first downtown in a city that’s ever gotten me actually excited to wander through.
And then we went into Munro’s Books, which is right beside the biggest Murchie’s Teas that I have ever seen. We were on the way to the museum to see the exhibit for Lyuba the Mammoth (and then an IMAX called A Beautiful Planet, featuring one of my favorite space station crews!), so we didn’t have time to check out Murchie’s, but it’s probably for the best. As it is, Tim had to take me by the hand and lead me back out of the bookstore before I wandered in too deeply and got happily lost. If you think the place looks fantastic in photos, that’s nothing compared to when you step inside and just… look up. I want to live in that bookstore. I’d set up a hammock and make very little noise, but I’d read every book on every shelf.
Why did I not move here sooner?