Vancouver: Canada's Florida…

When I first told my friends that I was moving to Vancouver to pursue graduate studies (more on that in a future entry) at the University of British Columbia‘s Sauder School of Business, they didn’t congratulate me or say, “You’ll enjoy the west coast.” Instead, they offered warnings on how much I would dislike many aspects of Vancouver. By lowering my expectations, it definitely made the transition easier. That being said, I was still in shock at the dismal levels of quality and service, expensive prices, and (apparent) lack of diversity.

This is not to say Vancouver isn’t without its charm and beauty, but its numerous shortcomings mean it’ll be reserved for tourist visits, not a permanent relocation. The Pacific ocean, parks and other attractions are not enough to make up for everything else.

A lot of these comparisons will be with Toronto so stop reading now if hate the “Big Smoke”…

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School Trip…

After a quick flight at 23:50 PST, I arrived at Pearson, awake but groggy. The 4-hour flight across three timezones meant that I had a full day ahead, but a jetlagged body to go through it.

The Autoshow (which wasn’t the reason I came home, really), company visits, an alumni event, a birthday and information interviews filled the docket.

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Last Spring Term…

After a relaxing few weeks back home, I caught the first flight back to Vancouver on January 1st. Big mistake. It was packed, with many people flying WestJet back out west. Unfortunately, a few days earlier, I received a message from my roommate: pipes froze in the basement and the place flooded. Great.

While I didn’t look forward to another hectic two terms, I found solace in the fact that there are literally less than 100 days left (87 as of writing). Graduate school hasn’t been all I expected it to be, but that’s another story, for the middle of April.

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What Happens In Vegas…

Today, at 12:53pm PST, I receive a message from M.L. who is Las Vegas for the bachelor party of a mutual friend. His rant, that the organizer didn’t put his name on the guestlist for the suite and he therefore couldn’t check in…

He asks me to try to contact S.A., have him call the hotel, and put him on the guestlist.

So here I am, 2,300km away, trying to help two groups of friends find each other…

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Vancouver, Day 1…

After an uneventful flight and 121 pages of Vince Flynn’s latest thriller, I arrive in Vancouver.

The domestic arrivals terminal is amusingly small. Only two baggage carousels? I guess hippies like to travel in their neon-coloured VW Euro vans running on tie-dye and bong smoke.

I spent the day running around town, visiting possible rentals, on campus and running errands.

It’s 9:19 PST and I’m exhausted. My body wants to believe it’s 00:19 and my waking up at 7:15am probably didn’t help.

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