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The last two days have been spent figuring out visas and banking, trying to find work, and trying to find a flat.

Today Britt and I handed out resumes, or CV's as they are known here, all over the city centre. We are going back again tomorrow. Basically they are going into every place I wouldn't work at if I were at home, but since I'm a hobo vagabond I'm just itching at the chance to be considered a successful applicant. Strabucks for instance- fingers crossed on that one cause I'm pretty sure I can handle that- except for the part where there is black cherry mochas for the holidays (is this also in Canada?) what the F.

Also pubs have been targeted. All different types- ones with restaurants, small ones, ones in hotels, ones that had a bunch of old men outside smoking, a single person on staff, two Texas mickeys of whiskey hanging upside down from the wall being used for shots, and a bunch of backpacks in one of the corners- basically the kind of establishments you would find in Canada.

I'm really counting on a job in the service industry to get me by for now for two reasons:
1. we were told customer service is crap in Scotland and if you actually provide good service they love that shit and will tip you
2. my very exotic and cute Canadian accent will intrigue customers (mostly of the hot male variety) and cause them to spend money in the place I'm working, making me look good, increasing my wage and possibly resulting in tips- maybe if I'm really lucky friends!

We also checked out our first flat today. I'm not going to describe it because I don't want to jinx it- I'll just say that I'd actually invite you guys over to stay with us if we decide to go for it.

Tomorrow is round two- same drill. Wish us luck!!!!!

PS - dad I'm also looking for real jobs- these were just much more fun to write about, and will hopefully tie my over till I get one.