Update

Well, this job isn't too bad. I've done worse.

I have to be the least supervised employee there. I don't have to talk to any customers, and on the odd occasion that they do need me to help out front, I just make coffee or do sandwiches. I don't know the till very well. They usually shove me out of the way and tell me to go back to my baking (if you could call it that).

I'm also gonna tell you all (that is, no one) about my current knitting projects; I've already mentioned my habit, so why not, eh?

Knee-high socks. I've been working on these for three months. They are not actually knee-high; I ran out of patience. I've also run out of yarn again. I'll be on my third ball of Patons Kroy Sock yarn.

Cabled scarf. This one's for my mom. She buys yarn and then tells me what she wants. I'm about a third of the way there.

Poncho. Also for mom. I've got about 5 inches done.

Baby items. I received a lot of baby yarn when I started knitting last October, and I've just about worked it all up into various bootees and layettes.

Scarf. A friend of mine wants me to make her one, black, about 5 feet long. I haven't started it yet for two reasons: no money for yarn and no time right now.

I've got a ton of future projects, like a couple of sweaters and hats and mittens for this winter. Speaking of which, our hot weather is a distant memory now. The corn is high, the CNE is on, and it's getting dark earlier. Fall is here.

Start Again

Well, I got the job at the "local coffee shop". I am their new afternoon baker, except for Wednesdays. They knew perfectly well when they hired me that I have a commitment every Wednesday evening an hour away. I am leaving my shift today (which is usually 11am to 7pm) at 5pm, 5:30 at the very latest. I can't wait for my education to finally come through for me!

My dad hasn't found anything yet. He's being more careful after the last job fiasco. At least he only wasted two days.

So it's really hot here right now. We don't have an air-conditioned apartment or car, but we do have a large fan and Dad finally remembered the small window air-conditioner in the closet, which he promptly installed into his room. I can sleep no matter how hot it is, but no one else can handle this heat. My mom and step-dad had to have their furnace replaced due to a flood three weeks ago, and they now have air-conditioning in their home.

My only setback is my knitting. I haven't bought yarn (or anything else) for about a month. Every time I go into the department stores with other people ('cause I certainly won't go alone) I have to avoid the yarn sections. I don't need any; I have too many projects I need to finish. It's still very tempting, though ....

Well, I'm off to work, where I will microwave donuts and bagels and get covered in glaze again.

A New Record

Well, we both quit our jobs.

On Thursday I asked my dad when he was supposed to start (it was his third day). Apparently they never bothered to tell him when to come in. He called in and quit. Pretty good excuse, too. The job was crappy, to say the least.

I applied to another "local coffee shop" on Wednesday. Because of my previous experience, the manager was rather encouraging. She basically said she wanted to hire me, but she needed feedback from the other manager who would be in today (Friday). So, instead of waiting for her to call me, I decided to go to the restaurant and ask her. Now I'm in for an interview tomorrow morning and potentially a shift on Sunday.

I was apprehensive about calling the supermarket and telling them I wouldn't be in for my shift tomorrow, but it had to be done. I liked working there, but I wasn't getting enough hours. I told them I had bad news and would have to quit. No one asked for more information (yet), but the Human Resources manager left a message on my cell saying that he wanted to have an exit interview with me. I guess they want to make sure they didn't do anything to make me leave.

So, I'm about to start another temporary (for me) job. I will continue to look for the Job (don't ask me what it is, I don't know) but at least now I'll be making enough to pay my bills.

I saw something funny and true yesterday: "Retired takes all the meaning out of weekends." So does unemployment.

Takes a Little Time

Well, my dad got his job and started today. He called me at lunch; it's starting to sound like the exact job he quit almost a year ago.

I'm still waiting for feedback from the "local coffee shop" I applied to on Sunday. If I don't get a call from them soon, I'll have to apply to a different "local coffee shop". There have to be at least 50 stores in Hamilton alone, maybe more.

I don't work at the supermarket bakery until Saturday now. I'm trying to decide whether or not to talk to my manager there about why I want to leave. But then I think that maybe I should keep my hand close right now, just in case. I remember my last job and how I couldn't keep my mouth shut about how I was moving and all, and ... well, another post, maybe.

For now, I'll just wait.