...in Iqaluit. Yeah, it's a little distance from Toronto.
It's only for four months, because I don't think I could survive temperatures of - 45 Celsius. - 65, with wind chill. That would freeze me where I stood, and scientists hundreds of years later could dig me out of the ice and wonder what brought this clearly equatorial-adapted specimen to the Land of Always Winter. But I digress. The job posting I saw a month ago was for a lab technologist position at Qikiqtani General Hospital, and the pay is excellent, so I thought I'd go for it. Today the official paperwork from the hospital arrived, so I'm just waiting for my criminal records check and CSMLS (Canadian Society of Medical Laboratory Sciences) registration to arrive. I'm hoping to leave after the first week of May, to take advantage of the all-too-brief summer.
I'm also buying supplies, because Iqaluit is the only capital in Canada that is not connected by highways to the mainland. Everything has to be shipped or flown in, so prices for groceries and so on tend to be high. It's like going on a hiking trip. I'm looking forward to trying caribou and Arctic char and seal meat (will not think of those cute little white baby seals as I do so), wearing mukluks, and in general, having a very very different experience. An adventure.
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