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Showing posts with label Toronto. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Toronto. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Let's get out there!

There are thousands of us around the world. We practically make up our own demographic. We can be studied, we can be squeezed into a mere statistic, our prospects can be stipulated. We are the unemployed, twenty-somethings.

We were promised the best education Canada has to offer. We were told that after acquiring a university degree the world would be our oyster. We were, or at least, I was, encouraged to choose a university instead of a college by my high school teachers. College was stigmatized. The girls (I went to a Catholic, all-girl high school) who skipped out on classes and hung outside smoking cigarettes and weed chose colleges. Those girls are now well on their way to obtaining full-time jobs. We, on the other hand, are well on our way to writing our hearts out on blogs like these, contacting charities and agencies who are looking for volunteers, and hoping, mightily hoping, that someone, somewhere will notice our potential and scoop us out of the misery of unemployment.

I have applied for jobs in the retail industry, jobs for reception, administrative assistants, entry-level-anything, everywhere. To no avail. Because I am an intern from 9-5 for three days a week, I am unemployable. I would not trade the skills I am gaining for any administrative assistant positions. It is providing me with a solid foundation to demonstrate the best of my skills, and for that I am remarkably lucky.

However, for those who have not landed an internship, who cannot afford to go back to school, and are regrettably unemployed, there is hope for you and it comes in the form of philanthropy.

There are associations, foundations, clubs, charities and NGOs all over the globe that are seeking people like us--people who have copious amounts of energy to employ and no one to give us the shot. Whether it be assisting those who courageously defend the decrepit state of the environment, those who defend the rights of women internationally, or those who are concerned about the homeless men in your municipality, they want us. They are looking for us. Of course, it won't rack in the dough, but it will fulfil us in ways we might not have completely been aware of before. We will be learning about diplomacy, solidarity, pragmatism, development, government assistance (or lackthereof) and will be able to help those that need it as well as ourselves. We might even make a connection with someone who is looking for an employee just like us. 

Who knows. What I'm saying is, we might as well step outside and help out where we can instead of pity ourselves in the bleakness of our rooms.

I live in the fabulous, vibrant city of Toronto. If you do too, here are some associations who are regularly looking for volunteers, and could use someone like you:













For more information about NGOs in your city, check out Foreign Affairs, Trade and International Development Canada and Charity Village.





Good luck!

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Post-Travel Blues

Sincerest of apologies for my delay of posts. About six days after I had last posted, I left for a magnificent journey to Europe.

And oh, magnificent it was. I'll give you a little taste of it tonight. Only a morsel.

My best friend and I flew from Toronto to Barcelona. After arriving at the airport, we manuevered our way underground and into their metro station, taking full advantage of their impressively developed infrastructure. It was easy enough, mind you, having a best friend who is beautifully fluent en Espanol was perhaps a little help. Soon enough, after several subway transfers and a bus ride which gave us our first delicious gulp of the architecture and demography in Barcelona, we arrived at our hostel.

(I will write a review about the particular hostel in another post.)

We were handed our room keys and some clean blue bedsheets and given the directions to our room. Smiles were spotted on the faces of those lounging in the lobby and they spilled onto the faces of those enjoying a cigarette on the terrace. The Spanish sun was all over. The energy and excitement of newly arriving travellers could be felt like vibrations. We were aching to drop our backpacks and duffel bags and get outside to explore. Which is exactly what we did.

We dumped our bags, stuffed them in the lockers allotted to us and almost ran out into the street prepared for our first adventure.

We decided to discover the French influenced Parc de Montjuic. This park covered the ground of the city's museum, the proud Olympic stadium and convention centre. Several kilometres north was a Castel which immediately caught our eye. Of course we would visit a medieval Spanish castle!




(to be continued...)