My dream job

A few weeks ago when I came home, my mom tossed the Richmond Review newspaper to me and said “Here’s a job for you”.  I didn’t know what it was.  I thought maybe it would be some sort of joke thing, you never know with my mom.  But this is the article that she was referring to.

Of course I was intrigued, read the whole article and looked it up online and checked all the qualifications and instructions and deadline for submissions.  Tourism Richmond is hiring a food blogger to eat at various restaurants around Richmond and blog about it.  This is pretty much my dream job.  The only thing better would be if someone would pay me to blog about watching TV or riding public transit.

When I went to the online ad, it said they were looking for someone who was passionate about food and was constantly on Facebook and Twitter.  If those were the only requirements, I’d be a shoo-in for this.  But it looks like they might prefer candidates who already have their own established food blogs.  While my blog here isn’t solely dedicated to food, it seems like food is a topic that seems to come up pretty often.  I am passionate about food and it is one of my most popular blogging topics.

I update my Facebook and Twitter several times a day.  And everyday there is at least one status about food, usually more.  Either about food that I’ve bought, seen, eaten, or want to eat.  Or something witty about the various national food days.  For example, today happens to be National French Bread Day.  How do I know that?  I make it a point to keep up with all the national food holidays throughout the year.  My friend asked me if I have a food calendar.  I do not, but I would like one.  Do those exist?  If not, can I start making them?  I mean a calendar that lists the national food days, not a calendar made of food.  Although that sounds even more amazing.

I haven’t applied for this job yet.  They give you all of March to do so.  I don’t want to rush it.  From what I’ve seen, there’s A LOT of competition.  And a lot of them are total foodies who have well established food blogs and lots of followers and experience.  Experience with what?  I don’t know, writing?  Eating?  But I think I have a lot of experience writing and eating as well.  And I have a lot of experience living in Richmond, so I know areas and restaurants and history.

When thinking about applying, this is what I came up with for the reasons I should be the food blogger for Tourism Richmond.

1) I eat food.

2) I’m a blogger.

3) I live in Richmond.

You can’t argue with that logic, right?  Although some would say it’s a bit of a weak arguement, I suppose.  But it’s true.  Then again, a lot of people can probably relate to items 1-3.  I guess I shall have to come up with more than that.  What about the fact that I really want it and it’s my dream job?  No?  Not good enough?  Fine.  I’ll think of something better.

The perks of this job are insane.  I had to read it several times in order to believe that this was an actual position.  They pay $50,000 for a year of work.  They pay you to eat out at restaurants.  They provide you with housing.  They give you a gym membership to help you work off the calories from eating out everyday.  What more could you ask for?

Of course with an insane job, there will be insane competition.  If you check Facebook or Twitter or just Google 365 Days of Dining, you’ll see how much hype and interest there is in this.  Obviously.  But I won’t let that discourage me.  I’ll accept it as a challenge.  One thing they want is someone who’s “open-minded and willing to try new things”.  There’s a lot of food that I’ve tried, and a lot that I haven’t tried.  And I think that’s a good thing, because it would give a new perspective for some things.

I love blogging and I love food and it would be so great to be able to combine the two and get paid for it.  I wish there wasn’t only the one position.  But alas, that’s the way it is.  And whether or not I qualify for this, I will continue to blog about food and I will continue to constantly overuse Facebook and Twitter.  It would just be a whole lot better if I was getting paid to do so.

 

My phone fell in the toilet

My blackberry is currently on life support. I'm hoping it will pull through.

Yeah.  It finally happened.  Not that I was expecting it to happen.  At all.  It never even crossed my mind that such a thing would happen.  But it did.  And of course it would happen to me.  And I feel lost and hopeless without it and worried about what will happen next.

Everyone who knows me knows that I hate my phone.  But that I also depend on it and rely on it and may even love it sometimes.  It’s probably a very unhealthy relationship.  But that’s the way it is.  But I never wanted this to happen.  This can’t be how it ends.  That would be just be too devastating.

I made the unfortunate mistake of putting my blackberry in my sweater pocket.  My tiny sweater pocket, in which it barely fit, and part of it was left peaking out.  It should never have been in there.  It was in the wrong place at the wrong time.  It should have been in my bag at that moment, safe and sound.  And most importantly, dry.

When I heard it fall in I thought oh, crap!  No, not literally.  I suppose crap is a very unfortunate word choice given the circumstances.  But yeah.  I panicked.  I immediately took it out and then I didn’t know what to do.  I dried it off with paper towel and then just stared at it in despair.

I was told to remove the battery and then put it in rice for 3 days.  3 days?  I can’t go without my phone for 3 days!  That’s madness!  I was then told that maybe I didn’t have to wait 3 days.  I would have googled what to do, but alas, I couldn’t.  Because obviously the phone was unusable.  This happened first thing after work, so I had to wait an hour and a half commuting home before I could even do anything proactive about this.

Everyone who knows me also knows that I like to tweet and update my Facebook status.  All the time.  Especially when commuting.  It’s how I pass this time.  But not this time.  This time I had to go without.  I would have tweeted about what happened to my phone right after it happened, but that would have required use of the phone.  Not only did my phone undergo this accident, but I couldn’t even let people know about it.

To add insult to injury, I was surrounded by people on the Canada Line who were using their phones.  To text, to talk, to look up random stuff on the internet.  I think I went through withdrawal.  It was bad.  And then I wondered if we had rice at home.  I was pretty sure we did, but I thought maybe I should call my mom to check and make sure.  And then I remembered I couldn’t call her.  And then I wondered if it mattered what kind of rice you used.  And that maybe I should message a friend to ask them.  And then I remembered that I couldn’t.

It’s been over 2 hours since the incident.  My phone is now sitting in a container of rice.  This better cure it.  It’s only been sitting in there for less than an hour.  And already I long to take it out and try to use it.  But I know that I shouldn’t.  Some websites said to leave it overnight.  I can do that.  Others said to leave it for 5 days.  I can’t do that.  There’s no way.  Not gonna happen.  How the hell do you go 5 days without a phone?  Not knowing whether or not it will even come out alive after those 5 days have passed?

I don’t want it to end like this.  I may hate my phone but I also love it and the accident was my fault for leaving it carelessly in my pocket.  I need it to make a full recovery.  It was already in bad shape to begin with, so that can’t be good.  I just ate some rice, so that I could have a connection with it.  I’m constantly talking about how crappy my phone is and how it’s a piece of shit.  But I never wanted it to end up in the toilet.

I submerged it in the rice. Maybe that will give it more of a fighting chance.