Woke up and left this morning for my first experience of not only living in Vancouver, but also working. In the time span of just over twenty minutes, only one bus came by, packed to the seams. I had just over thirty-five minutes to get to my first day of work. It would take me about forty-five. This wasn’t good. Already sweating while rushing to meet the second bus that would get me to my final destination, I called to tell them I’d be late. No big deal. The setup for today was downtown, so I’d just meet them there.
I knew ahead of time that I was expecting a fashion show for today’s setup. However, I still wasn’t completely prepared for what was going to happen that day. I meet up with the guys and went straight to hauling in gear. It’s a lot like what I was doing before, just this time there are real trucks that can seriously transport. Granted that I got to knock off after setup and a test run for the day, it was completely exciting. It’s all unpaid experience, but in the end, that’s priceless.
I live in downtown Vancouver. It’s pretty freaking cool.