I went to Buffalo Tuesday (more on why in a minute) and I had to be somewhere before they closed at 6pm. So, I felt harried as I got onto the roads at 5:15. No traffic. Nothing. It was like my drive in Toronto at 10:30. Amazing. I kept wondering when we'd slow down. I even passed 2 major freeway interchanges - no slow down.
So, I am now officially a Canadian resident. I start a new job Tuesday (Monday is a holiday). I will be working for Mergis Group Canada, which is the executive recruiting branch of Spherion, who I used to work for. I went across the boarder Tuesday to get my work permit. I have a 3 year work permit. I am now an official resident, which means I am lucky enough to pay 40% taxes, get 3 day weekends every month, 3 weeks vacation, and access to their health system. I am excited. I also learned - the hard way - that I need to tell the boarder agents that I am now a Canadian resident. I accidentally said the old way and my car was searched, a supervisor called, and a lesson learned.
Last Friday we went to a wine festival and a cute chef from Food Network flirted with a friend of mine. I found a cool vodka bar, had a date (which will most likely not result in a second date), and finally put Stewart into storage. I wore him 2 weeks ago, but it's time.
Wrists aren't completley healed, but they are feeling better. No more braces needed.
Friday, May 16, 2008
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Welcome to ex-pat life. When you cross the "border" do show your permit if asked for ID, will make it much easier. Which means carry that and your passport with you at all times. Trust me! :)
border is what you cross, boarder is someone who pays minimun rent and expects you to make dinner.
congratulations on your residency. As your mother, i always wanted to say that with a different meaning of course!
Love, MOM
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