Strange days
Monday was weird. I looked at my new hours to find that I only had one table from 7 to 8. It totally sucked. Two absences and a ping pong ball (meaning the student gets bounced to another tutor during their second hour) that I've only worked with once. It sucked. I talked with the center director and told her that it's really not feasible for me to go all the way to Los Altos just to teach one table. She agreed and, hopefully, next week I'll have my first non-holiday Monday off. That means, for the future, I'll be able to see what the SMO munch has become (don't look at me like that, S) and I'll be able to pop on down to the Santa Cruz munch from time to time. The hours for Tuesday might pick up again so I'm keeping that option open.
Today was even stranger. I first woke up remembering bits and pieces of my dream. That usually doesn't happen as I dream in installments. Only when all the installments are completed do I recall the dream. It freaked my roommate J right out when I woke up from a nap shouting "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I was shocked to discover that I was still in my fourth year at Uncle Charlie's Summer Camp (I had dreamed I graduated two years prior.) and that I currently wasn't in a poly relationship with my former sub and another woman (*That* took some getting over.) Anyway, the dream last night involved me being on Hell's Kitchen (WHISKEY TANGO FOXTROT?). I didn't recognize any of the people there and I was, apparently, the weakest chef there (Duh!) For some reason, I just kept on repeating that I wasn't in it for the money and that everyone should just vote me off out (I ain't a quitter.). But our team kept winning despite my inexperience and fuck-ups. It ended at the start of service with me being very insecure about running the fish station. "I don't even like fish." was the quote of the evening.
Now I will admit that I watch the show and like it, but I would never end up on it. I have no desire to work in a kitchen and cook someone else's food (That's not to say I won't cook for someone in my own kitchen, but that's completely different since I would be enjoying the food along with them.). If I ever end up on a show like this, someone better shoot me.
At work, I was supposed to pull a four-hour shift, but I go in to discover that I'm only covering one hour that night as well. FUCK!!!! I don't mind that the hours are gone, but I don't like showing up and having nothing to do. So I headed home. Upon my arrival, I resumed my job search. I've been researching for two days and applying to almost any and every full-time entry-level job in the San Jose area. I realize that, with this newfound fickleness in Los Altos, my summer is gonna suck big time without a guaranteed income.
Today was even stranger. I first woke up remembering bits and pieces of my dream. That usually doesn't happen as I dream in installments. Only when all the installments are completed do I recall the dream. It freaked my roommate J right out when I woke up from a nap shouting "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I was shocked to discover that I was still in my fourth year at Uncle Charlie's Summer Camp (I had dreamed I graduated two years prior.) and that I currently wasn't in a poly relationship with my former sub and another woman (*That* took some getting over.) Anyway, the dream last night involved me being on Hell's Kitchen (WHISKEY TANGO FOXTROT?). I didn't recognize any of the people there and I was, apparently, the weakest chef there (Duh!) For some reason, I just kept on repeating that I wasn't in it for the money and that everyone should just vote me off out (I ain't a quitter.). But our team kept winning despite my inexperience and fuck-ups. It ended at the start of service with me being very insecure about running the fish station. "I don't even like fish." was the quote of the evening.
Now I will admit that I watch the show and like it, but I would never end up on it. I have no desire to work in a kitchen and cook someone else's food (That's not to say I won't cook for someone in my own kitchen, but that's completely different since I would be enjoying the food along with them.). If I ever end up on a show like this, someone better shoot me.
At work, I was supposed to pull a four-hour shift, but I go in to discover that I'm only covering one hour that night as well. FUCK!!!! I don't mind that the hours are gone, but I don't like showing up and having nothing to do. So I headed home. Upon my arrival, I resumed my job search. I've been researching for two days and applying to almost any and every full-time entry-level job in the San Jose area. I realize that, with this newfound fickleness in Los Altos, my summer is gonna suck big time without a guaranteed income.