Wednesday, July 29, 2009

The Great Clam Dig 2009









I experienced the wonder of a GN IQ Day for the first time last week. We took a staff trip across the bay and bagged a very, very many delicious clams. A great portion of these were soon translated into a very, very delicious clam chowder, and shared with friends. Thank you universe for IQ Days. photos by a coworker

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Ask and ye shall receive

How is this for a fast and happy wrap-up - we found a place! I will take this to mean it pays to vent into the universe at times.

After major confusion, tears and bitterness over whether the last-ditch, Holy Grail of Apartments was available, we got confirmation it is ours! (I say we, but Rob got the email and Blackberry-ed it to me approximately 2,200 kilometres away in Yellowknife, where I am currently ensconced in a hotel room drinking coffee and getting pumped about yoga class.)

I swear to god it is the Holy Grail of Apartments, a) because it came out of nowhere, typically unlisted to most serfs like we, and b) it has many of the qualities I would wish for in an apartment anywhere in the world.

Recently we were having a lazy, hypothetical conversation about, you know, living someplace where my underwear doesn't have to live in a suitcase and my sweaters can come out of the garbage bag. I listed a lofty handful of dream-features: a peninsula in the kitchen (because I talk a lot while cooking), windows that open properly (a surprisingly scarce feature in many buildings here), washer/dryer, and a second room for instruments and other musical gear.

Presto, it appeared. Seriously. A bit pricey, but that just means less ordering of clothes from American Eagle. And frankly, there is nothing else available anyway so we probably would have taken it even if it were a hovel.

We begin moving into The Grail - object of extended or difficult quest - in August. Happiness abounds.

Overhead from Yk Inn window, 8:13 a.m.

(Filtering up from the street below, from one person to another slumped against a handrail)

Drunk: Hey you, how come you're sleeping like that?
Sleeper: (...zzzzzz)
Drunk: How come you're sleeping like that?
Sleeper: (...zzzzz)
Drunk: Don't you want someone to put something around you? I would want someone to put something around you...me... That would be nicer. How come you're sleeping like that?
Sleeper: (stumbles to feet and follows Drunk down the road)

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Housing sucks: a minor rant

For the past two or three months we have been looking for someplace to live in Iqaluit. During this span we've been in three different house-sits, and I even spent some very miserable time in the researcher bunkhouse.

As of this week, neither of the two major (as in hundreds of units) housing companies has anything. Well, one said they "might" have a one-bedroom but someone was looking at it... I guess that person took it, because we never received a call back.

Two smaller companies (the only other two I can think of) likewise have nothing.

We are also on the list for co-op housing, and had been optimistic having been told we were second or third on the list. However, a call earlier in the week confirmed we are now more like fifth or sixth. So, no hope in hell there.

Now, for southern folk not familiar with the scene here, this does not mean we can't find an apartment within a very specific price range, or with some specific features. And I know we're not alone in this dilemma, because there are more signs posted "house-sit wanted" around town then I have ever seen.

I'm sure there are lots of reasons for the scarcity of living spaces. GN vacancies have hit an all-time low from what I can see on staff phone lists. (Maybe the recession is chasing people North?) A lot of public housing has been displaced while new units are being constructed. And the city continues to attract people from around the territory.

But this is kind of getting to the end point for us, I have to tell you. We're two full-time workers, good tenants with good references and in one month (the remainder of our current house-sit) we're going to be homeless again. I know, boohoo. But it's lame and annoying. And that's my rant.

Overheard in heavy East Coast accent, 8:44 a.m.

rumble, rumble (random work truck pulls up)

Man 1: Come on, b'y.
Man 2: Hold it, I gots to drink me beer, can't be doin' that in the truck.
Man 1: Wha'?
Man 2: Nunavut Day! I plan t'git right f*ckin' drunk.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Summertime visitor


There was a bee in the office. It was epic.

Friday, July 3, 2009

In the greenhouse