decisions, decisions
I am currently in the throws of trying to decide what to do with my life. Well, at least my work life. You see, I got a job as a maid in March, and while it's a job and better than nuthin, it's not my dream job. When you clean 10 houses a week, you make $14/hr, but due to the economy, I'm still not up to 10 houses a week, and only making $12/hr. On top of that, although most weeks I clean about 6-8 houses, some weeks I clean as few as 3, and that's not much bacon on my paycheck. But, once again, in this economy, I'm glad for what I have and wouldn't be thinking of leaving except for one thing. On my financial aid, I was approved for $2500 per semester for work study, meaning I can get a job on campus. I am having a really hard time deciding if I should do that, so I'm gonna list the pros and cons of both and see what you think.Maid/pros:I already have it.I'm good at it.It's year round.It's only during the weekdays, no weekends/evenings.It pays pretty well, when there's actually work.Maid/cons:It wears me plum out.It's inconsistent.I have to travel (around the area anyway).I never know what my schedule will be.School job/pros:It'll be on campus, easier to get to.They'll probably be more understanding when I have papers or tests.MIGHT be able to get a job where I can study while working.School job/cons:Might have hours I don't like.Might not pay well.Only during school, no income during breaks.Looks bad to quit a job so soon after getting it.Unknown quantities.Hmph. So, what do you think?
Bringing home the bacon, etc.
All's well in Margie-land. I'm behind on my homework because apparently I can't work and go to school at the same time, but I'm catching up. I had been really busy with work, but it seems that some of the jobs they had been sending me on were just because the lady who normally did them was out for surgery, and they gave them back to her when she came back. Ungrateful! So this week, I've only had a couple of jobs, but I got hit with massive allergies that turned into a painful ear infection, so it all worked out after all. Today they sent me to sub for someone that got hurt at a house that I had helped in before, and the lady there likes me so much that she called the office and requested me permanently! I think it's cause I listen to her while she tells me all about her medical conditions, and the last maid didn't speak much English. :) Maybe being fluent in the language DOES help sometimes! Tomorrow I go back to the only house that I've broken something in. It was a painted rock. You heard me. I'll have to be extra careful this time. I like this lady, and I'd like to get her permanent-like too, but if I keep breaking stuff she'll boot me fer sure!It took me longer to post than I wanted because I was going to take a picture to post of the latest addition to my family, but I haven't gotten around to it. I went and got myself a cat from the SPCA. He's a huge orange and white short hair tom, although the orange is so light it looks kinda tan. He's 2 years old, and he's got some scars and a chunk missing from his right ear. When the girl took him out and handed him to me, he started purring and rubbing his cheek against mine and giving me kisses. Who could resist that?!? His name is Sprite, but he was immediately re-dubbed Spritecus Maximus, both because of his size and cause he gives off the air of being a tough gladiator type, although you and I know he's just a softy that loves to love ya, baby. Mittens (the cat from next door) is very confused by all this. He thought he was the only cat for me. Sad really. Also, turns out I'm allergic to cats. I've had cats all my life, so I never put it together before. *sigh* Too late now. I'll just have to make with the vacuuming.Speaking of vacuuming, now that I clean houses all the time, my messy messy house is driving me batty. Seriously. It is a chaotic evil that must be stopped. I'm planning on taking some major time this summer to get right on top of that situation. Since I'm going to UNT full time this fall, and will still need to work unless my financial aid is mammoth, I certainly won't have time to do it in the fall! Seems that now that my kid is old and less cuddly, I'm loving the nursery. Who knew?!? It's fun most of the time, except when there's a full moon or sumtin and all the kids are super cranky. There's two new girls that just came into the nursery, and one wants me and only me all the time. She screams like a fire truck when her parents drop her off. Seriously, I'm afraid of hearing damage. So I have to take her in the hall to calm her down, then take her back in and hold her for at least 30-45 minutes until she realizes that playing with toys is fun. Even then she doesn't want to get too far from me and she has to return regularly to make sure everything's ok. There's another baby that ALSO wanted me to hold her, so I had a double armful for a while on Sunday. Fortunately, the second one was much smaller than the first (who's family calls her chubs cause she's so big). It's actually making not getting married easier, strangely enough. You see, I know I'm supposed to be in the nursery. Five separate people turned in my name when they needed someone, and knowing that I'm where God needs me to be helps me to be patient and know that when I'm done there it'll be time. I personally think it's cause of Whitney (the screamer/Chubs). Since she normally won't let anyone but one of her parents hold her, and she likes me, I'm the right person to acclimate her to nursery. And believe you me, her mom NEEDS her to go to nursery! She has 3 girls under 4, and she's already had one nervous breakdown, so I'm glad to take some of her stress off. Ironically, I have two of her girls in the nursery, and she teaches Ethan's class, so we just trade kids. So anyhoo. This is turning into a novel, and I gots homework to do, not to mention that dinner ain't gonna make it's self. Hasta la pasta!
Gainful
You are now reading the blog of a woman who is no longer a drain on society. I am now a drudge of society instead. I an now a "cleaning technician." In other words, I am a maid, which, if you've ever seen my house you would realize is hilarity. I am in training this week, and at the end of the week they decide if they want to keep me for sure, but considering that my trainer wanted to know yesterday if I've ever cleaned professionally before, I'm thinking it's a sure thing. It's not as hard as it sounds, because most of these rich people seem to keep their houses pretty neat anyhoo. It's not the most fulfilling job I've ever had, but that's why I'm going back to school. I'm only taking 2 classes this semester, but next semester I'm gonna go full time and in a couple of years I can get a white collar job! (Although technically, the uniform I wear does have a white collar, but I don't think that's what they mean.) Unfortunately, I don't get paid for three weeks, and working without money sucks ass. Someday my check will come! Also on the sad side of matters, it ALSO sucks to go from working 4 or less days a week for about two years (averaging 2 days a week for the last 9 months), to being unemployed for 5 1/2 months to working full time hard labor! Man, I can't seem to get enough sleep! I know I' ll get used to it, but it's hard right now. It's also surprisingly hard to be away from Ethan so much. I didn't think that would be a problem, but I feel like I never see him anymore. :( I was a zombie at class this morning, and it was a lab day, so I had to pretend to be working the whole time! Since I did squat during spring break, I'm way behind, but I was so brain dead I had no hope of actually figuring out loop structures! Not a chance! I'll do it this weekend, no worries.
working it. hopefully!
The animal control job didn't happen, and I must say that while I want and need a job, I'm just as happy to not get a weekend job. I had an interview at Buckets and Bows Maid Service yesterday, and it seems a lot more promising. The lady actually said, "I have to start the background check, but as far as I'm concerned, you can start Wednesday!" She told me if they hadn't called me by Wednesday that I should call at noon. It's gonna be hard work cleaning houses, but I can work around my school schedule and still only work weekdays. Plus, she assured me that it's a great workout, which is good cause I'm lazy and prefer getting paid to exercise. So say a little prayer for me, and we'll see tomorrow what the outcome is.Speaking of exercise, I keep the Wii at Lawrence's house because at my house there's never a time when it's possible to use the TV. Plus, it's a pain in the neck having to rearrange our entire living room t0 use it. See, we have Wii Fit, which is a great work out program, and I love it, and now that I've moved it to Lawrence's, I can actually use it on a regular basis. The only problem is that my clothes and stuff aren't over here. So I leave two sets of undies and a set of exercise clothes over here so that I don't have to cart them over everyday. The problem is, if I work out every day, then 2 sets of undies aren't enough, and today I forgot to bring a set with me, so now I am washing clothes. Yes, I am washing a load of whites at Lawrence's house. What this means is that I am also washing HIS undies. So, I'm been making dinner almost everyday, taking showers here, now I'm washing his unmentionables, AND we're not having sex. It's just like we're already married! Of course, he helps me with my bills and changes my oil, and I eat MUCH healthier over here, so maybe our pseudo-marriage is all right! :)Last night my computer programming teacher showed up on my caller ID. Isn't that weird? He didn't leave a message OR send an email to either one of my TWO student accounts, so I have no idea why he was calling. It's kinda wigging me out. And, no, he's not young OR cute. That was the first question my mom asked.I know that there was something else I was going to write about, but for the life of me I can't think of what it was. Oh well, probably a lie then. Laters!
New beginnings
I had a really interesting dream this morning. Most of it isn't all that interesting, so I'll just say the good part. I had a dream that I had left my car somewhere in Denton and was having to walk miles to get back to it, in my nightgown, none the less. Then, in my dream, I woke up to take Ethan to school. Joe was in the living room. His hair was grown out some, but still wasn't back to it's previous glory. He also had a set of crutches next to him because he had trouble walking due to all the nerve damage to his feet. I told him about my dream and having to walk and told him that when he fell asleep, he should come pick me up. He chuckled and told me, "Sure, no problem!" It was kind of a nice dream, and besides being able to spend a little virtual time with Joe, it was nice that I was so quick witted in my dream. :)I had a second interview about the animal control job yesterday. I had really struggled with whether or not I should continue to pursue this job since it would mean I would have to work every Sunday. After much thought and prayer, I decided to also get a blessing. My bishop gave it, and in it he said that if I was open and honest that doors would be opened to me. He told me after that he didn't know if that meant I would get THIS job, but that I would be blessed for standing for my beliefs and continuing to attend church. See, the problem isn't so much that I would have to work Sunday, cause I understand that SOME jobs must still happen on Sunday, such as Hospital workers, Police, etc, and I could see that if a dog gets hit by a car or something and needs animal control, that it probably couldn't wait until Monday. The biggest problem is that I really didn't want to have to miss church every single Sunday. So when I went in for the interview, I asked right off what the hours were, and she told me 8-5, so I explained the situation to her and said that unless I could come in after church then I should probably take myself out of the running. She said that she would have to ask the Chief, but she wouldn't have a problem with me working 4 hours Friday afternoon, 8 hours Saturday, and 4 hours after church on Sunday! So I still might get the job. I'm supposed to get a call early next week.Speaking of new jobs, after about a bazillion years as ward librarian, I was finally released on Sunday! And guess what calling they gave me. Go on, guess. Nursery assistant. Oh boy! The most annoying job ever! Oh well, wither thou needest me, Lord, eh?
Typing fool
Just so everyone knows, I am typing this using the correct technique. Which means that is going much more slowly than usual. :) I'm still no typing wunderkind, but it's coming along. Last night as I was laying in bed thinking, everything I thought then got repeated on a keyboard with the keys for the words lighting up as I went through each word. It amused me and I started thinking of sillier and sillier sentences on purpose. I just wish it was that easy when I was doing it fer real. Part of the problem is that keyboard keys are so darn easy to press sometimes I don't even realize I've hit one! The only numbers I can do are 1 and 8, so don't ask me for major phone numbers or math problems.My programming class is totally easy. The hardest parts are trying to get the school computers to work right and typing, cause I try to maintain proper form and my brain works way faster than my fingers. Mostly cause my fingers have no brains. Maybe I should upgrade!I thought that the animal control job had been taken out of the running because I hadn't gotten any calls, but then I DID get a call, so now I have to make a decision. *grumble grumble* I hate the idea of turning down a job, but I also hate the idea of working every weekend. Especially the Sundays part. But it would let me schedule classes for whenever I need to, so that would be a bonus. The big storm that came through blew off major portions of our shingles, so I had to spend Monday on the roof re-shingling. Some fun! I'm still not all the way done, but I got it to the point where it's not an emergency or anything. I do not relish the idea of going back up there, so I'm essentially stalling. :) All righty-roo. That's all for today!
job dilemma
So I'm into my second week of typing, and I'd like to announce that typing the fer reals way sucks ass. I'm catching on slowly but surely, though. And, no, I am NOT typing that way now cause I haven't learned all the letters yet. :) My programming class seems like it's gonna be pretty easy.
I had an interview for the animal control job, and the problem with it is that I would be working every weekend for 8 hours each day. Plus I'd be on call for the evenings. The only reasons I am still considering it is because: a)it's a job, and b) the guy who works weekdays is leaving and I MIGHT be able to move up. I dunno, what do you think?
