The new occupation list for the much anticipated Federal Skilled Trades Program reads like a – ahem – pipe dream of epic proportions. May be the conservatives were missing Richard Nixon’s plumbers (remember those?) After all, Stephen Harper has won a Nixon Award!
You have to hand it to our esteemed Conservative far-right-wing MP Sir Jason Kenney and those who are enjoying the party in Ottawa.
I mean, he is almost single-handedly leading a devout, medieval-era crusade to rid Canada of the scum and heretics (those foreign-looking dirty buggers called Immigrants) that his pure Canadian constituents in Alberta have elected (and appointed) him to do.
Canada Immigrant Blog: Dr Trayn, what is meant by Canadian Experience and how important is it. Our readers specifically requested us to ask you that.
Dr Trayn: According to The Immigrant’s Glossary of Canadian Terms, Canadian Experience is defined as:
As a gawking new immigrant fresh off the boat, your first few months in Canada are bound to be full of wide-eyed excitement, bewilderment and surprises over so many new things. As you come to grips with the nitty-gritties of your new life, there are so many new terms and phrases which may confuse and befuddle your-preferred-sweet-deity out of you.
The recession and financial crisis have put tremendous pressure on the Canadian job market even for ‘real’ born-and-bred Canadians. Of course, for immigrants, that means ever more pressure to find employment and choosing a career when even during hunky-dory times they faced such scarcity of work — their high educational and professional backgrounds notwithstanding.
I know two persons in this entire country, literally. One is a friend and the other is a sibling on the other side of the continent. In addition, two more people on my cellphone’s contact-list are really acquaintances with whom I have verbal speech once every 12 weeks or a dozen fortnights, whichever is less. When I left the mother-ship to beam up to Planet Canada, I had bid farewell to all my half-a-dozen friends and relatives there as well, for good. A couple of them I speak to once every six months. But that’s another story.
This time the company went bankrupt! Hahaha… Out of the blue. No goodbyes, no farewells, just kaput! Haha…! I am too dumbfounded even to register the implications just yet. For, such is the hilarity of this excruciatingly ridiculous cycle.
The cruel dark comedy of errors in the life of A Canada Immigrant continues, dear readers. I am sure by the time this new development sinks in, I won’t even be smiling, let alone writing this blog. No longer any point in