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Day 2,578,091 of being jobless. Or so it seems. I have been told some convincing reasons why I'm not employed yet, such as that all the other millions of people in my position are wanting jobs this summer (particularly last spring's graduates), anyone who runs a criminal background check on me will come up with no files whatsoever and be suspicious, and that there are fewer jobs available now than there normally are at this time of year. I have signed up with a temping agency who can, I hope, get me a few week-long positions with companies looking for people to answer the phone or enter numbers in databases. If I get to a good company, I can give the right person my resume and perhaps get a better job out of it.
I just can't wait to get paid because I really need two things: 1) a new cell phone, since the top rows of buttons on my current one are almost dead, and 2) a haircut. I refuse to take money from our small pool for either of these things before I get a job, because they are not really necessary for our survival. Food and paying the bills just seem more important somehow...
Tim and I are beginning a new regimen of waking up at 6 a.m. every morning to go cycling. It all started when I woke up a little earlier than usual (7 a.m.) yesterday to claim a washing machine out of the three available for all 70 or so of us who live in our little compound. I usually have a pretty good chance of getting one, as long as I get to the laundry room before 8 a.m. Anyway, someone was just leaving there with her 2-year-old daughter when I got there. I walked in and saw she had taken all three machines! Now, I understand that it must be very difficult to get laundry done when you have a child to care for, who probably takes up a load's worth as it is. However, that doesn't give you the right to be inconsiderate of the rest of us who may want to wash our clothes too. Did I mention that doing laundry here takes at least an hour for each load? I have wasted mornings going back and forth between our house and the laundry room, waiting for a free machine. So, this morning, I woke up at 6 and was successful in getting our stuff into a machine. Tim woke up then too, and went cycling for an hour, though realized how out of practice he is at it. So, tomorrow I'm going to go with him in my shiny new used bike, and eventually we will be in shape and look fabulous.
The BIJDU (Britishisms I Just Don't Understand) list has grown considerably since I've come back. The latest entry came while Tim and I were grocery shopping the other day. I thought instant chocolate pudding would be nice, so I looked for a box of it where the jello is stocked (not called jello, but it's the same thing really). No instant pudding. I looked around a bit more and found it hidden in what looks like a sauce package, and labeled "Supreme Dessert." Now, to me, "instant pudding" is a so much clearer name for it. It's pudding that can be made very quickly. "Supreme Dessert" can be pretty much anything. Tim said he doesn't understand why America sells so much of these "in-between steps" product, like pie filling and instant pudding. He thinks that you either buy the thing ready-made, or make it totally from scratch. The boy's been brainwashed by a country that stocks the sugar and instant milk with the tea instad of the baking supplies.
I just can't wait to get paid because I really need two things: 1) a new cell phone, since the top rows of buttons on my current one are almost dead, and 2) a haircut. I refuse to take money from our small pool for either of these things before I get a job, because they are not really necessary for our survival. Food and paying the bills just seem more important somehow...
Tim and I are beginning a new regimen of waking up at 6 a.m. every morning to go cycling. It all started when I woke up a little earlier than usual (7 a.m.) yesterday to claim a washing machine out of the three available for all 70 or so of us who live in our little compound. I usually have a pretty good chance of getting one, as long as I get to the laundry room before 8 a.m. Anyway, someone was just leaving there with her 2-year-old daughter when I got there. I walked in and saw she had taken all three machines! Now, I understand that it must be very difficult to get laundry done when you have a child to care for, who probably takes up a load's worth as it is. However, that doesn't give you the right to be inconsiderate of the rest of us who may want to wash our clothes too. Did I mention that doing laundry here takes at least an hour for each load? I have wasted mornings going back and forth between our house and the laundry room, waiting for a free machine. So, this morning, I woke up at 6 and was successful in getting our stuff into a machine. Tim woke up then too, and went cycling for an hour, though realized how out of practice he is at it. So, tomorrow I'm going to go with him in my shiny new used bike, and eventually we will be in shape and look fabulous.
The BIJDU (Britishisms I Just Don't Understand) list has grown considerably since I've come back. The latest entry came while Tim and I were grocery shopping the other day. I thought instant chocolate pudding would be nice, so I looked for a box of it where the jello is stocked (not called jello, but it's the same thing really). No instant pudding. I looked around a bit more and found it hidden in what looks like a sauce package, and labeled "Supreme Dessert." Now, to me, "instant pudding" is a so much clearer name for it. It's pudding that can be made very quickly. "Supreme Dessert" can be pretty much anything. Tim said he doesn't understand why America sells so much of these "in-between steps" product, like pie filling and instant pudding. He thinks that you either buy the thing ready-made, or make it totally from scratch. The boy's been brainwashed by a country that stocks the sugar and instant milk with the tea instad of the baking supplies.