I can’t recount how many years (or is it still in months…?) it’s been since I too was an F.O.B. Suffice it to say that there’s been enough water under the bridge to make an optimist cum manic depressive cum workaholic cum egocentric out of me. I really could add a lot of other ‘cums’ to it but people might thing I’m saying the wrong thing and, well…let’s not make this messy!
The initial technicalities over with – the SIN card, health card, Pr card and whatever other cards etc that us lesser mortals need to get till we are logged into the official database – like all newly landed sould the fever pitch frenzy of job search gets underway. “Arrey, telemarketing kar lo”; “Nahin, retail sales is better and less stressful;” “Have you checked out Monster yet…” and on go the sages with advice of every kind. And it ends up becoming a monster in itself when the savings start disappearing by the dollar guzzling market and the emailed resumes only get an , “Thank you for applying for the position of blah blah blah. We appreciate your interest and will contact you should we decide to pursue your application…blah blah…”
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