But for the first time in way to long, I'm coming home in a good mood. I'm happy and feeling good about life for the first time in a long while.
I started a new job last week. A second new job. I've gone back to cooking. I still have the first new job which I despise. Every day I'm there, a little more of me dies. It's a marketing company. Phone sales. Just thinking about it makes me cringe.
When I left the "dream job" I didn't really have the option of waiting for another dream. I needed an income so I took the marketing gig. It was a check with benefits.
Last week I was offered a job I applied for a month ago. Cooking. It's a nice place with a decent menu and a good crew. It pays better than most kitchens and best of all, I like it.
Last week they had me coming in at 9am banging out prep for the line guys at night. I did a good enough job that they wanted me on the line. Tonight was my first night shift. I like nights and it pays more.
The marketing job started at 6am. I am not a morning person. The night shift at the restaurant starts at 3pm. Much better. I get to spend my mornings with Mr. Man, take him to school, spend a couple hours doing what ever, then go to work. I've been trying to do them both but I don't see that happening for much longer.
I had a good time time tonight. It's a little hectic learning all of the plates and presentations but it was fun and I only screwed up a couple of things. I managed to sear the tips of three fingers, laid my thumb on the grill and burned the back of my hand. I love to cook.
Tomorrow I work the grill, mostly solo. Saturday I'm doing a special catering gig for our chef, off site with a couple of the servers. Should be a hoot.
On top of all of this our housing limbo has come to an end. Sort of. We have until the 18th of January to find a new place to live and move. Oh goody! Like we didn't have enough to worry about.
Why does all the shit hit the fan at the same time? I guess that way there is only one mess to clean up instead of spreading it out over time. Or I at least I hope.
I started packing up the studio today as well as a few things I haven't used in awhile. Time for a big yard sale.
We put up our Christmas tree a couple of days ago. It seemed strange knowing we would just have to take it down in a few weeks. The holidays always manage to bring havoc to my life.
I don't care this year. I'm taking it all with a smile. Tomorrow Mr. Man and I are house hunting in the morning. I'm listening to Christmas songs on the jazz station in my car. I'm thinking of friends I haven't seen for ages but am planning to.
I'm sure the future will have a few more nut shots in store for me, but I think I'm ready. I'm wearing a cup, have plenty of burn cream and carrying big sharp knives.
For tonight, for the first time in some time, it's all good.
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Oh yea! Last weekend Mr. Man had his first Karate tournament and did AWESOME!
3 comments:
That does sound pretty damn good.
I turned down a soul-sucking, part-time job with no benefits a couple months ago and since then...nada. One useful interview (but they hired the younger, cheaper guy they said was not as good as me). My husband keeps looking at me like I am purposely not earning money, and his anger is hard to take.
I think I have a line on temporary work in January, if nothing comes together before then.
Writing? Who has time to write? I'm just applying for jobs...
Awwww, that shot of Mr. Man in his gi just makes me smile! Carter takes karate as well. Anyway, I'm glad to see this post. All the best, Chad.
Happy Seasons, right? :)
Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy! Thanks!
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