I’ve decided to start the day with a blog, rather than save it for the end–as I’ve mentioned before, that often ends up with rushed writing.

As of today, there are four weeks left in my internship. This means I’m well into the job-hunting process, trying to make it so that by the end of March the “what” in “What comes next” is a relative pronoun rather than an interrogative. I’m beginning to appreciate the aptness of the hunting metaphor as well; searching for employment in Ontario at the moment is something like scanning a vast unfriendly wilderness, looking for hidden signs of game to pursue. Except in this case, 7.8% of the population is out hunting full-time, which means that by the time you spot a tasty-looking hare, there are usually twelve other hunters trying to wrestle it to the ground.

And now I’m disturbing myself with my own hunting imagery (that poor little hare has a warren of leverets, after all), so I’ll move on.

I’ve been reading articles lately about the increasing length of the work week post-recession (without an increase in paid time, of course). As a new father, the division between work and personal time has become sacrosanct to me. I’m happy to say this hasn’t been a problem for On Co-op; they permitted, even encouraged, me to rush home at the end of the day to spend time with my family. But I’m beginning to understand that not all organizations have the same concept of boundaries that On Co-op does. For the moment, having a sense of life-balance may not help me get a job. (But, of course, it will help me stay sane in the long run.)

Things may be simultaneously bleak and crowded on the hunting grounds, but I’ve got another month and a good team here at On Co-op looking out for me; for now, “What comes next” still ends in a question mark.