I am shocked by the efficiency of bureaucracy. In one short morning, Mark and I managed to exchange our licences, get him a Social Insurance Number, change my name on mine, and apply for OHIP for all three of us. Each time we were greeted by a full waiting room, and each time we seemed to jump to the head of the queue. Ooh, sorry, I mean line-up. Must start speaking Canadian again.
I have environmental guilt as we rented a small SUV (Ford Escape) and we are enjoying it. Not too big, but high up on the road, and room for baby and dog. Mark has his heart set on a used Volvo so we are going to go looking at some in the next few days. He’s also already been to an insurance broker who is conveniently a British expat who appreciated the effort Mark put in to get evidence of insurance coverage and no-claims in the UK. Car insurance IS more expensive here, no denying it, but at least we aren’t now going to start with something completely unaffordable. And it will get cheaper with time (assuming nothing out of sorts happens).
Mark had his interview – more like an informal chat about where he can fit in to the company. But still good prospects and a good connection made. I think if we can just be a little patient, it’s going to be fruitful and he will get to work for who he wants to.
I’ve managed to already get back into Days of Our Lives, General Hospital and the Young and the Restless. Which is exactly why I need to get a job and get out of the house!!