K so here's the plan!
I don't have much money, so I've decided that I'd rather do stuff than buy things.
Stuff like
Go to Mexico (In two weeks, with my family)
Go to Six Flags. (Originally wanted to go for his birthday, but now he wants to go to Cali again instead...NOOOO!)
Go to Engaged Encounter (A marriage prep course for Catholics)
Go with my mom and Gunnar to visit the Mahoney half of my family in Boston (Early August)
Finish my costumes and Go to Renfair (Uh, whenever)
Right now I'm living off of my waitress wages! (Averaging about $6/hour, actually). I really like working there, the people are fun and it's very interesting, but I'm not making much money. The good part about that is that I'm not afraid of getting fired because I could care less, I'm not worried about asking off "too much" since it's crappy income anyway. I'm fairly stressed about money right now, but once I get my first check from Parks and Wildlife, all will be well. I have to say, I'm doing pretty well if I can pay most of my bills with just my Plucker's tips.
Pluckers. Ah. As much as I complain, it's really not that bad. Today was actually cool, except for the not-making-money part. Everyone worked together to get the place opened in a timely manner, with no one person getting stuck with all the bad jobs. The manager Jeigh ordered us food for during the pre-shift meeting, and he was super helpful all day when customers were dumb or when we just plain messed up. Which I did, once--but seriously, who drinks a double shot of vodka at noon anyway? While it's my fault for not asking him what brand of vodka he wanted, I swear he ordered his tenders hot and not honey barbecue. Stupid customer. Not all the customers are bad though...yesterday I waited on some old ladies who worked at a bank, and boy did they drink up a storm! They were super nice, and gave me a really good tip even though I transferred them over to Jason so I could leave at 6.
There's another source of possible income that makes my stomach churn with nerves every time I think about it...poetry. I've been dying to send some of my stuff off to magazines, and I think that now that I'm away from my comfy little poetry class with Professor Altimont and my friends, I feel much less like a capable poet and more like a rambling, incoherent amateur. I just need to get over it and send it off. I need a deadline. By next Friday, I will send out Three Poems to magazines. This should not be hard, since I have written and 'finished' more than 20! Wish me luck!
Stuff like
Go to Mexico (In two weeks, with my family)
Go to Six Flags. (Originally wanted to go for his birthday, but now he wants to go to Cali again instead...NOOOO!)
Go to Engaged Encounter (A marriage prep course for Catholics)
Go with my mom and Gunnar to visit the Mahoney half of my family in Boston (Early August)
Finish my costumes and Go to Renfair (Uh, whenever)
Right now I'm living off of my waitress wages! (Averaging about $6/hour, actually). I really like working there, the people are fun and it's very interesting, but I'm not making much money. The good part about that is that I'm not afraid of getting fired because I could care less, I'm not worried about asking off "too much" since it's crappy income anyway. I'm fairly stressed about money right now, but once I get my first check from Parks and Wildlife, all will be well. I have to say, I'm doing pretty well if I can pay most of my bills with just my Plucker's tips.
Pluckers. Ah. As much as I complain, it's really not that bad. Today was actually cool, except for the not-making-money part. Everyone worked together to get the place opened in a timely manner, with no one person getting stuck with all the bad jobs. The manager Jeigh ordered us food for during the pre-shift meeting, and he was super helpful all day when customers were dumb or when we just plain messed up. Which I did, once--but seriously, who drinks a double shot of vodka at noon anyway? While it's my fault for not asking him what brand of vodka he wanted, I swear he ordered his tenders hot and not honey barbecue. Stupid customer. Not all the customers are bad though...yesterday I waited on some old ladies who worked at a bank, and boy did they drink up a storm! They were super nice, and gave me a really good tip even though I transferred them over to Jason so I could leave at 6.
There's another source of possible income that makes my stomach churn with nerves every time I think about it...poetry. I've been dying to send some of my stuff off to magazines, and I think that now that I'm away from my comfy little poetry class with Professor Altimont and my friends, I feel much less like a capable poet and more like a rambling, incoherent amateur. I just need to get over it and send it off. I need a deadline. By next Friday, I will send out Three Poems to magazines. This should not be hard, since I have written and 'finished' more than 20! Wish me luck!