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For those of you who have just arrived, welcome to Whistler.

I might as well let you know from the get-go that you're never going to want to leave this place.

It only gets better from here on in. Trust me.

I'll admit that it may seem a little gloomy right now. That's to be expected.

This is the hardest time of the year, the so-called shoulder season. Summer has just ended and we're biding our time now until the hill opens.

If you've just arrived you'll be pounding the pavements looking for a job. It's not an enviable position. There are hordes of people after the same jobs and answering the same inane questions interview after interview.

The good news is that it won't last long. There are jobs aplenty in Whistler, from waitressing to dishwashing to being a liftie. Pretty soon you'll be working four jobs just to make ends meet, so enjoy your free days while you can.

Until that time it can be a little heart wrenching watching the pennies slowly trickle away, waiting for that first precious paycheque.

Not to worry though because a steady diet of beer, Kraft Dinner and Mr. Noodles throughout the month of November has never killed anybody in the past.

Looking for a place to live is another matter. People have almost died out of the sheer frustration of finding a small clean corner to lay down their head at night.

Getting a room for rent is the eternal problem in Whistler.

My landlord is renting his house for the winter season and got about 60 phone calls within three hours of the listing going up on the Web.

Now he has the unenviable task of choosing someone.

It's overwhelming.

You may have to share a room. Your may have to share a bed. You may have to surf on a coach. Your may even resort to claiming some floor space as your own for the winter.

Some say that's the life of a ski bum, the price you have to pay to live in Whistler. It seems a bit exorbitant.

The municipality has been scratching their heads for a while over this one. Still, there are never enough beds to go around come November.

Try not to despair. I know that's easy for me to say from the comfort of my cozy home. But finding a place to lay your head will become secondary to finding fresh powder once the hill opens.

Admittedly without a job or a room this gloomy weather can seem all the more oppressive and unrelenting.