No Time, No Sleep

I'm in a position where come thursday i'll have worked 15 out of the last 17 days of my life, pretty heavy, my time is filled with either sleeping, playing guitar, snowboard, drinking in the day or working, and thus i have little time to write, which is a remarkably disappointing situation. My mind is in a constant frozen state, every thought of any interest is almost instantaneously replaced by nightmares about stocking hotlines and throwing plates at people, i feel like i did in the few weeks before final A Level exams, where my maths revision had made my mind feel like a scene out of the matrix, visions in binary code and green hues. On the plus side, i get paid on either boxing day or Christmas and should be richer to the shade of about $1200 for 2 weeks work which is pretty sweet, i can finally get my own laptop and stop relying on the staff computer in lunch breaks to get my shit done. I owe library fines again(i think), so tomorrow a visit to the village is vital, i barely visit my room anymore bar the bed/bathroom/sink and to stalk around angrily.

One item of interest, one of my coworkers is literally the biggest character i think i've ever met in my life, a japanese 50 year old called Satoshi, who used to be a pro skier, owns 4 houses in Whistler, is a millionaire and just does the same job i do to both keep fit, keep busy and keep his wife happy so that he's not out injuring himself on the ski slopes, absolutely incredible. If i'm that high spirited in 31 years i'll be a happy man.

My dinner breaks over so i'm back off to grind my life away with hoses and hot water, it snowed last night so everyone seems in a better mood, and it's slightly warmer(it's been as cold as minus 30 celsius in the past week) so that's good! OH, and if you hadn't heard, a Gondola tower collapsed up here the other day while i was up the mountain, the same one i'd have been getting to go back down to the village, pretty mental, look it up on the news, noone died but that didn't stop the hoardes rushing to the scene with their digital cameras in the hope for some car crash tv.

BACK TO DISHES, i don't really get to hear much from back home these days, so if you read this send me an email some time, even without any free time it's nice to see what people are up to back in the homeland.

First Day Up The Mountain

I was planning on finishing the entry I started the other day but I am just to exhausted to think about anything. On the bright side I have another day off tomorrow so will update this if I can.
What a couple of days.

W X

An Update

So lots has been happening of late, i've been busier than i think i've ever been in my whole life over the past 7 days, working all day and going out every night is in conventional terms a terrible idea, yet it's worked out well, i'm still alive and the only time anything bad seems to happen is walking from place to place before midday, sober, with keys in my pocket. How i've lost my cards twice in 3 days is beyond me, i reckon it could well be a hereditary family feature, but key fury is the most prominent part of my life right now. Right, i've done a 52 hour working week, mainly out of choice at the snow is shit and the hours meant i could still go out after my shifts and wouldn't have to wake up too early, pretty sick. Despite occasional degrading aspects of my job, such as having to play lackey to stupid chef trainees who are probably worse at cooking than i am, amongst other pretentious staff members who talk in acronyms about overcoming lifes various obstacles, despite spending their childhood years smashing their parents trust funds before having their harvard educations paid for them in full before having to do one shitty labour job in their life. There may well be a slight amount of bitterness in my words, but anyone who complains about how tired they are to me ever again can expect rage, drink coffee and get over it, everything is possible. Luckily i'm also busy enough to disregard certain petty things that would bother me in the past, which can hopefully continue, i literally don't have time to overanalyse lack of contact, tact or conversation these days, this is my first day off in a while and without the bitter, today would not be so sweet(DESPITE LOSING MY KEYS). I don't care, all i have to pay to replace them is time and money, the latter of which can finger itself, i've never really cared less about it. Working a job which is ridiculously well paid, with cheap as fuck housing and free meals means that basically 70% of my money is disposable, and being able to just chill with my friends outside of the guantanamo esque staff housing situation is a large bonus. I'm also trying to get a little acoustic solo thing going, i'm playing a set at one of the inner village hotel bars next sunday which should be interesting, until i get my own laptop i can't record shit but playing guitar has genuinely never been more therapeutic. From occasionally resenting training sessions to just really looking forward to playing at the end of a long shift induces much more creativity, even if it just feels like being an excitable little kid. I don't know, what i'm writings probably shit, but it's something, and i'd die without some kind of outlet. I haven't talked to a bunch of people in ages, it's weird how little i miss england, but i can imagine my ride out here's been easier than most. Tomorrow i'm up the mountain, -20 degrees Celsius up the top, but fuck it, i am cold as ice anyway, so this means nothing. Until later, Will should post something considering his jobs easy as shit and he has the time, but i don't know if anyone even reads this anyway, i guess it's more for my own purposes that i do it, when i can, if i can, if i even have anything to say, which as of today i pretty much don't. My mind needs time to get itself together, i haven't read in days, nearly got hefty library fines but avoided them with the power of proxy bypasses and sketchy internet geekery. It's half 6 at night, my eyes are sunken, and i'm leaving. Until later, FRWL

Ridiculous

Work commenced yesterday, i basically work with these ridiculously powerful dishwashers amongst other things and just chill with various kitchen staff for most of the day, already had burnt hands(130 degrees celsius spray wash, no lie) and i get to wear a hat on shift as well as being in one of the few jobs where i dont really have to suit up for the job, shirts tucked in, smart shoes, sideburns shaved halfway below the ear etc. I've had barely any sleep, got in at half 5 last night and phoned Josh until my phone card ran out of money, i think we got 4 minutes, and at time of writing i start in 15, washing up my own mess to be fair. It's a reasonable job, i can get up with my mind seeping out of my ears and still get shit done competently, which is pretty which what im about to do right now. Last night Will had the full on housewarming, narcotics and alcohol in a hot tub with his new danish housemates and regulars, i've been getting good vibes off of life lately, and am hoping to maintain this as long as possible, just genuinely happy i don't have to wake up wondering about being a dick the night before. Also, after leaving wills at like 4, i played guitar with a 7 11 worker for about an hour in their smoking area, turned out to be a chinese shredder, exchanging tips and hand movements, i think he's probably gotten fired for giving me free slurpees. Again, writing on this is tending to become more and more brief and rushed, but that's life, and it's as good as any other.

Its coming

I swear.

W X

Hiatus

Encouraginly in part, disappointlingly in equal part, i've had little to no time to update this in the last week, no internet access at work, working, snowboarding every shitting day until i hit my head kinda hard, and Wills constant move from location to location, stopping off at a Cowboys and Indians themed B & B on the way. I am here and have so much to write about, yet again so little time. We have censorship on the websites we can go on, a la secondary school, meaning i can't see if anyones networking me in my social little face. Therefore, i guess this is my main form of communication, albeit ridiculously indirect. I've gotten to know a lot better the people who i'm sharing my accomodation with over the next 5 months, a necessity in this situation, and there's about 40 of us sharing the same kitchen/common area. It's nice to lose pre existent standards and social taboos preventing yourself from finding anything of value or interest in people you normally wouldn't socialise with, i've actually learnt a lot more than i'd have expected to from some of the people i'd least expect to from here, common ground may be fleeting and rare, but when it exists in a place like this it's all the more enticing. Any one life is as good as any other, and surely the gauge of a life well lived is the enjoyment rendered from living it. I've spent most of my free time reading lately, which will hopefully become a recurring theme in my life in general, it'd be all too easy to revert to habits i've come here to escape from, merely existing and becoming stagnant in easy, comfortable surroundings, to going out and making the effort to open up and just become someone amiable, regardless of any previous intolerance i may have harboured. I can still use this as an advantage, from spending years over analysing people i have a better gauge on people than most, yet acting on logic in this over anything else has been a problem i've got time to correct. Ideally i'd lose this whole mindset entirely and just judge everyone on their own merits, but i'm not going to pretend that it's going to happen overnight. Also, i watched Wanted last night, possibly the worst, most ridiculous film i've probably ever seen.

It snowed last night, rather than rain, which can only spell out positive things, i'm about to walk into town, wander, meet and greet and god knows what else, i'll write again as soon as i have time, apologies to anyone who cares.

Sorry

Work was pretty busy today so I didn't really get time to write. Im working 10 - 5 today so should be able to finish off what I started. In the mean time a little something to keep you entertained.

I Have Some Stuff to Write About.

And so if you log back on in about 10 hours (when I finish work) I will have hopefully posted, a witty, heartwarming, tear jerking story of my past two weeks here in whistler. A non-fictional tale with unbelievable ups and downs, little sleep and a gorgeous protagonist. What more can you want? I will probably include pictures and videos so you literally couldn't want more.

W X

Mike Skinner, "I have way too many opinions to attempt to remember the reasons behind them all."