My Feet Hurt

Today was my third day at work. The first day I filled out forms, the second day I watched someone work the cash register and today I worked at a cash register. Whoopee. And as my manager says all the time, working the cash register is not rocket science.

I had fun today, except for the fact that I spent all five hours standing and my feet hurt.

I like this job. I like interacting with the public. I like the people I work with and I love the discount. The job is relatively easy, as the manager says, running a cash register is not rocket science.

Even though this job is easier the sense of accomplishment is similar. It feels good to do a good job no matter whether the job is easy or complex. Of course this is really the first day I did real work and my attitude may change with time.

In the mean time I will love the discount.

San Diego Visit is Almost Over

The part of me that is sick of living in one room with 2 teen age boys will be glad to be back home where I have room to get away from rambunctious 1 and rambunctious 2. Even though we have walked close to a million miles each day, they still have way too much energy left over each night. All I want to do is relax and all they want to do is run wild and run noisy.

But at the same time I'll miss this beautiful city, the mild weather and the mile long list of things to do. We have visited museums, Sea World (twice), the zoo, the beach and spent time exploring the city. And I'll miss the hours and hours of togetherness.

San Diego Rocks

We are spending a week in Balboa Park (mom stuff). Tomorrow is Ben's vacation and we are going to the zoo. I would love to take pictures but my camera is out of battery juice. I want to move here, but the boys want to stay at home.

Employed Again

Thanks to two wonderful people who were kind enough to give me wonderful references. Thanks to you both.

Second Interview Scheduled

I survived my interview (for the part time job) and am scheduled for a second interview. Some how that just cracks me up. I could not imagine needing a second interview for a low pay part time job. I guess it makes sense, my favorite place is part of a national chain and it does give them time to check my references.

I started this interview process with very mixed feelings but now I'm starting to become excited about working again.

For a change of subject, I went to dinner with friends last night in Little Italy. The food was scrumptious and the company was wonderful. I want to go again with the family, but dang it was expensive for just me especially considering I did not have any wine. It may cost the earth for all four of us.

Got to go. Hubby and I are going to a Women's Terps game and time is a calling.

SS I will send you an e-mail tomorrow. I miss you.

This is the Life

I'm sitting with the laptop and a cat on my lap. The second cat beside me and both dogs at my feet. What a lovely family life. And I think I want to ruin all this free time searching the web and watching TV by getting a job. What kind of fool am I?

Rhetorical question you don't need to answer.

This has been a perfect day. I slept till 10:00, put away two large baskets of clothes (I hate all phases of laundry), changed the sheets and made the bed, did the dishes and cleaned the counter, did a load of laundry and swept the floors. Now I'm knitting and playing online and postponing the rest of the chores around here.

It needs a pretty picture

I Said I Wouldn't But I Did

Friday evening I applied for a part time job.

I know, I know. I'm not sure I believe it myself.

What possessed me to ask for the pleasure of:
making slightly more than minimum wage
so that people half my age can boss me around
while I stand on my feet all day
surrounded by the public
while having to wear something dressier then jeans and a sweatshirt.

Lord help me!!

I did it because this is the time for seasonal, part time work and I need a little more structure in my day. I watch too much of Walker Texas Ranger and get out too little. I start lots of quilts, embroidery projects and knitting but finish on a small portion of them. I think about joining a quilting guild or taking a knitting class, but I am too comfortable in my rut. I've started to like shopping and that scares me.

So Friday I applied for a job at my favorite establishment. I dropped off my application and it's beautiful cover letter; talked to the manager and now have an official interview lined up for Wednesday evening.

We'll see.