verging on the land of poor
Our shop is closing down, so I will be jobless in a week.
I spent most of my time there dusting, occasionally serving people, and I always complained about being Bored Out of my Mind (because I was), and I once spent over an hour sorting out different coloured wax beads into piles - but still, it was a job.
A job where I could eat across the course of the morning, ducking out the back when no one was there to snack. Happy snacking. A job with lovely people, like Kay, who is possibly the nicest person in the world, and would bring us chocolates from Darrellea. (I'm having a bit of an obsessive problem with chocolate at the moment.)
But yes, so, trying to find somewhere else to work, or at least thinking about trying. I have resumes in my bag but I keep wimping out. And as people have said to me, these things happen for a reason. And I was wanting to find a new job but I was afraid of our (evil) boss and so was kind of stuck... so really it's an escape in a way, but I'd like to have an escape route and not just an escape to a place where I can't buy lunch any more.
Maybe I could work as a chocolate tester?
But then I might become one of those people who hate chocolate and that would be awful. (Or alternatively, turn into a round chocolately sarah.)(Mmmm.)
In happier news I am re-reading Harry Potter to be ready for the seventh book. EHEHEHE.
Ehehe.
I spent most of my time there dusting, occasionally serving people, and I always complained about being Bored Out of my Mind (because I was), and I once spent over an hour sorting out different coloured wax beads into piles - but still, it was a job.
A job where I could eat across the course of the morning, ducking out the back when no one was there to snack. Happy snacking. A job with lovely people, like Kay, who is possibly the nicest person in the world, and would bring us chocolates from Darrellea. (I'm having a bit of an obsessive problem with chocolate at the moment.)
But yes, so, trying to find somewhere else to work, or at least thinking about trying. I have resumes in my bag but I keep wimping out. And as people have said to me, these things happen for a reason. And I was wanting to find a new job but I was afraid of our (evil) boss and so was kind of stuck... so really it's an escape in a way, but I'd like to have an escape route and not just an escape to a place where I can't buy lunch any more.
Maybe I could work as a chocolate tester?
But then I might become one of those people who hate chocolate and that would be awful. (Or alternatively, turn into a round chocolately sarah.)(Mmmm.)
In happier news I am re-reading Harry Potter to be ready for the seventh book. EHEHEHE.
Ehehe.