mobility and misery
My last few posts were kind of miserable, but things have totally turned around, and I've been feeling amazing lately.
I got a new job, at a private tailor studio, and I just sew all day and help the occasional customer. It's essentially the same job as at stitch it, but much more laid back. The hours are great, it's monday to friday, 10-6. Stitch it did not allow jeans and told me to cover up my tats, (namely the sewing tattoo...irony much?) which the new job laughed at me when I told her that. Her dress code includes, no track pants, no running shoes you've used to mow the lawn, and no rips in your clothes. I think i can stick to that! :)
I really didn't realize how miserable stitch it was making me. There was a constant worry of if I would get enough hours, if they would screw up my pay...and I would get scheduled for 8 or 12 days in a row, with a majority of the shifts only being 3 hour shifts. I was late because the schedule was always rotating and I would look at the wrong week, or it would get changed when I wasn't there and I would show up for the origianal shift time. They favoured people who threw temper tantrums to get what they want rather than rewarding hard work and compliance. And the customers were ASSHOLES. I only gave then one day notice, an went in the next week to leave my keys. It was the best feeling, to not rely on the source of my frustration any more. I didn't realize until I left, what a massive effect it was having on me. I overheard Jude telling someone that I 'm not a crusty bitch anymore...which maybe should make me mad, but it was funny, because I know I was being crusty...and I'm glad I'm not any more.
ANNND The weather is nice, which makes me VERY happy.
Very soon, I will be mobile and up for little weekend trips. If anyone has a free weekend, and wants me to come by, I'm inviting myself :)
I just bought a motorcycle, so I'm super pumped to be able to leave london and looking for annnny excuse to do so. The reason I bought a motorcycle, is that Jude got his motorcycle so he was going to perma-loan me his scooter so I could get around, but it got stolen from where it was being stored, and I was so upset about not having any transportation and therefor independence for another year that he offered to loan me the money to buy myself a motorcycle. I have taken a short term loan from him until my taxes come in, but it got me thinking and I called the bank and borrowed some money to do it because I couldn't bear to take that much money from him. In any case, I bought a little red, vintage motorcycle (1985 homda rebel CMX250C if any one is actually interested) and should be licensed and insured by the end of this week. I'm really grateful to have so much help from him...I wouldn't have done this without him....because I wouldn't know how or what I'm looking for...
so...now i'm mobile and happy as a clam! and i'm coming to see you! well, someone, hopefully...
Here's a link to a poor res. facebook photo of my baby...I forgot to tell you her name...she is Edna-Grace :)
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=78222130962&ref=ts#/photo.php?pid=1678372&id=503637178
I got a new job, at a private tailor studio, and I just sew all day and help the occasional customer. It's essentially the same job as at stitch it, but much more laid back. The hours are great, it's monday to friday, 10-6. Stitch it did not allow jeans and told me to cover up my tats, (namely the sewing tattoo...irony much?) which the new job laughed at me when I told her that. Her dress code includes, no track pants, no running shoes you've used to mow the lawn, and no rips in your clothes. I think i can stick to that! :)
I really didn't realize how miserable stitch it was making me. There was a constant worry of if I would get enough hours, if they would screw up my pay...and I would get scheduled for 8 or 12 days in a row, with a majority of the shifts only being 3 hour shifts. I was late because the schedule was always rotating and I would look at the wrong week, or it would get changed when I wasn't there and I would show up for the origianal shift time. They favoured people who threw temper tantrums to get what they want rather than rewarding hard work and compliance. And the customers were ASSHOLES. I only gave then one day notice, an went in the next week to leave my keys. It was the best feeling, to not rely on the source of my frustration any more. I didn't realize until I left, what a massive effect it was having on me. I overheard Jude telling someone that I 'm not a crusty bitch anymore...which maybe should make me mad, but it was funny, because I know I was being crusty...and I'm glad I'm not any more.
ANNND The weather is nice, which makes me VERY happy.
Very soon, I will be mobile and up for little weekend trips. If anyone has a free weekend, and wants me to come by, I'm inviting myself :)
I just bought a motorcycle, so I'm super pumped to be able to leave london and looking for annnny excuse to do so. The reason I bought a motorcycle, is that Jude got his motorcycle so he was going to perma-loan me his scooter so I could get around, but it got stolen from where it was being stored, and I was so upset about not having any transportation and therefor independence for another year that he offered to loan me the money to buy myself a motorcycle. I have taken a short term loan from him until my taxes come in, but it got me thinking and I called the bank and borrowed some money to do it because I couldn't bear to take that much money from him. In any case, I bought a little red, vintage motorcycle (1985 homda rebel CMX250C if any one is actually interested) and should be licensed and insured by the end of this week. I'm really grateful to have so much help from him...I wouldn't have done this without him....because I wouldn't know how or what I'm looking for...
so...now i'm mobile and happy as a clam! and i'm coming to see you! well, someone, hopefully...
Here's a link to a poor res. facebook photo of my baby...I forgot to tell you her name...she is Edna-Grace :)
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=78222130962&ref=ts#/photo.php?pid=1678372&id=503637178