Stuff....

Dear World,
I am not partial to people rearranging my stuff. It is disorganized in a way so I know where it is. The only person with permission to touch my stuff is my mom. Cause I trust her. Also using my toilet paper while I am sleeping... LAME.
That is all. Violators will be subjected to "The Shocks".
Jen

2 Months in Dawson

This week was my 2 month in Dawson. I've accomplished a lot in my job since I have been here. Not so much socially. In the next few months my goals are mostly social.

Goal 1: Find a friend that will take you out for a dog sled ride.
Goal 2: Volunteer somewhere in town. Preferably for the Quest.
Goal 3: Walk to the other side of town. And see the ice bridge.
Goal 4: Write some poetry.

That is as ambitious as I feel like being at 10 pm on a Sunday night. I've had a productive day figuring out how to fix my busted shower. The problem with it was the handle of the cold came off. And my roommate put on this temporary handle. The only problem is that cold water shoots out of the temporary handle. I had tried putting plastic bags over it, showering downstairs, and not turning the cold on at all (not my brightest plan) but today I figured it out. Putting a wash cloth over the craporary (a new word for crappy and temporary fix) faucet and it no longer sprays cold water all over me while I am trying to shower. Life is good.

Now if only I could find a way to make my bed not have a wierd dent in it, cover up the nastiness of my shag carpet, and duct tape my dresser into submission life would be ideal.

I should go do readings for my Yukon College Course. My professor is going to be in town for this week's lecture. Which means I can't slack off. But it also means we are having a class dinner before class at the Drunken Goat. And I've heard it has delicious food:) I'll let you all know.

I sometimes get bored in the Yukon

1.YOUR REAL NAME:Jennifer Lynn Gibson

2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME(first 3 letters of name plus izzle):Lynizzle

3. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME(fav color and fav animal):Salmon Bunny

4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME(middle name, and favorite place to go):Lynn Hawaii

5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME(the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name, first 3 letters of mom's maiden name):GibJeThi

6. YOUR SUPERHERO NAME(2nd favorite color, favorite drink):Turquoise Wild Vines

7. YOUR WITNESS PROTECTION NAME(mothers middle name and fathers middle name):Carol Frank

8. YOUR GOTH NAME (black, and the name of one your pets):Black Fissy

9. TERRORIST NAME(middle name spelled backwards, your mom's name spelled backwards):Nnyl Lorac

10. YOUR PORN STAR NAME (name of first pet you had and name of first street you lived on)Muffin Manitou

Hibernation

If bears can do it so can I. As a way to explain my lack of blog posts I would like to blame hibernation. True, the days are getting longer, and it is no longer pitch black when I leave my house in the morning and leave work in the evening. But I think hibernation, as a recreational activity is underrated.

In other exciting Yukon news, I went to an art show opening last week. It was at the local gallery and featured members from the community as well as students from the art school in town. There were some interesting pieces, pretty pieces, and those melon scratcher pieces of art such as a line of pencil drawn across a white piece of paper. I will never get art. Topping the disturbing list of art shown at the gallery was one that featured real human blood. I'll leave it up to your imagination of how the artist got this blood.

My favourite part of the art show opening wasn't the art. It wasn't the company of my coworker either. It was the free food. And free wine. But mostly the free food. See there were red peppers there. At this grocery store this week red peppers/ green peppers cost 5.99/pound.... insanity. I just want some fresh peppers. So I had no shame at the art show and stuffed my face with peppers. There was also delicious hummus, cheese, baguette, and broccoli. I may or may not be writing this blog just before lunch. If you out there reading this have any exciting recipes that can be made with absolutely minimal ingredients (Because everything up here is SOOOOOOOO expensive) please let me know. Send e-mails, facebook messages, reply on this. I'm starting to get sick of spaghetti. And I never thought I'd say that.

I shall now return to hibernation. The greatest nation on the planet.

Sick Weekend

No I'm not using sick in the "wicked, awesome, fantastic" meaning of the word. I am talking about popping nyquil, not getting dressed, and drinking soup sick.

This post may not be the most coherent because I am writing it from in bed.

I thought I'd take this opportunity to talk about healthcare in the Yukon. I figured I'd examine it from an outsider's perspective and hope that in doing that the virus that is invading my body will leave and I won't have to give the insider's perspective. P.S. for all of you family members don't get worried. Its just a winter virus. I will be fine. No need to worry.

The Nursing Station in Dawson City is run by Yukon Health and Social Services. The building looks like a big portable from an elementary school. It is a orangey-yellow. And it is about 100 steps from my house.

The doctors work monday-friday in normal business hours. And I guess are on call. I think there are nurses on call all of the time.

I'm not quite sure what number to call if I need an ambulance. But the number that is similar to TeleHealth Ontario is 811 (there is no 911 up here). There is a nurse answering 811 24/7.

The "pharmacy" up here doesn't dispense prescription drugs. They are dispensed at the health centre. And if they don't have them they need to get them from Whitehorse.

For exciting medical conditions you are flown in a chopper down to Whitehorse. If you need to get fancy tests done (an ultrasound for example) Yukon Health pays for you to fly down to Whitehorse for the test and pays to put you up there. Due to the lack of hospital here in Dawson many things are done down there (yes Whitehorse is down there). If a woman is going to have a baby she needs to go down to Whitehorse. So siblings get to see their new baby sibling in the Dawson Airport for the first time. Babies come from the airplane kids.

An important lesson has been learned from this blog. Don't do drugs kids. Or get the wrong airplane baby.

Things that excite me about my job....

I haven't done a good ol fashioned bullet list in a while... And considering the reason I'm up here I thought I'd provide some tidbits for the museum folk and non museum folk alike

• the coolness of old stuff
• I have my own desk with my own computer and a really nice desk chair
• sometimes I find artifacts that are dated on my birthday... so what it if was 63 years before I was born
• I learn so much about people who don't make it into the history books
• My coworker Lynn gave me a cookie and sometimes she brings in other treats
• I get to play with artifacts (but not in a sporty way, just in a I get to catalogue and handle them properly kind of way)
• the view from my desk/office room is of beautiful trees on the mountains
• I am directly in the path of the sun when it comes up
• moldy ledgers get me all excited
• no day is the same as the one before
• artifacts don't generally talk back or get angry
• I can wear jeans to work
• and the single greatest part of my job is that it is not in the customer service field:)

I love Toronto