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Things are starting to look up.
Chris’ job as a cable guy with Comcast is officially, officially, officially for real after passing his background, DMV, and references check, and his piss test. With this job he is seriously hooking it up for us. And by hooking it up, I mean going from practically no income between the both of us, to a living wage with benefits for at least one of us. Big improvement. So he starts Monday, and check this out! After filling out all his paperwork and stuff, that day a supervisor takes him shopping for like $200 worth of work boots and jeans and shit! What employer buys your fucking work clothes?? Well, Comcast, apparently. So this is good.
My job search continues. It feels like I have no job and I have to keep reminding myself that I do have a little job. I started reffing volleyball in September, but I work for the school dist., who pays monthly, so I won’t get paid until Thanksgiving or so. But it will be some money. And I will begin coaching middle school dudes basketball team on the 7th. But I need to make some MONEY, people! And since Chris will be commuting to Tigard, I need to work in Canby in the short term. Until I can get my Vespa I’m secreting. It will have a matching helmet. More on me secreting in a minute. I turned in my resume at The Wild Hare, a…pub…in canby. Kindof a hic pub, really. But it’s probably the busiest watering hole in town and could be a source of quick cash. They’re gonna start opening for breakfast, and they’re considering expanding to other locations, so I could have job. I’ve never been a server, but last time I checked, it didn’t take a Master’s trained educator. AND Chris is bound and determined to have a brewery someday, so I better get in the industry a little.
I haven’t been the very best secreter because I have been allowing myself to feel a fair amount of despair, but I’ve also realized that I’ve had this time to rest, re-assess my priorities, and start over a little bit. I’m grateful for that. Seems I need that every few years, and I should try and work on stretching that time out a little by getting on a big, fat roll. But I did secret my puppy, and I’m so grateful for my little, tiny puppy that will soon live with me! I’m gonna be a supergreat dog owner and I will train her to be a very good girl. Like I said, I’m still secreting my job, but soon it will be mine. Something I need to secret a little bit harder are friends. Some good girlfriends and at least one good gay boyfriend. It’s pretty lonely around here. I see my golf girlfriends every now and then, but we don’t HANG hang. We pretty much just golf together.
I have a feeling I’m going to have to play less golf these days, which I hate. But I need to work and make money so I can buy some goddamn waterproof shoes! Few things suck more than golfing in soggy shoes and socks, and if shit isn’t rainy and wet these days, they’re definitely dewey. Some more cardio training would be good for me, and I’ll probably get than when I start coaching basketball next week. New basketball shoes would be good, too. And I need a REAL golf bag, not my Mountainsmith hip pack with shoulder straps. Basically, I need some gear, people! GEAR!
Chris’ job as a cable guy with Comcast is officially, officially, officially for real after passing his background, DMV, and references check, and his piss test. With this job he is seriously hooking it up for us. And by hooking it up, I mean going from practically no income between the both of us, to a living wage with benefits for at least one of us. Big improvement. So he starts Monday, and check this out! After filling out all his paperwork and stuff, that day a supervisor takes him shopping for like $200 worth of work boots and jeans and shit! What employer buys your fucking work clothes?? Well, Comcast, apparently. So this is good.
My job search continues. It feels like I have no job and I have to keep reminding myself that I do have a little job. I started reffing volleyball in September, but I work for the school dist., who pays monthly, so I won’t get paid until Thanksgiving or so. But it will be some money. And I will begin coaching middle school dudes basketball team on the 7th. But I need to make some MONEY, people! And since Chris will be commuting to Tigard, I need to work in Canby in the short term. Until I can get my Vespa I’m secreting. It will have a matching helmet. More on me secreting in a minute. I turned in my resume at The Wild Hare, a…pub…in canby. Kindof a hic pub, really. But it’s probably the busiest watering hole in town and could be a source of quick cash. They’re gonna start opening for breakfast, and they’re considering expanding to other locations, so I could have job. I’ve never been a server, but last time I checked, it didn’t take a Master’s trained educator. AND Chris is bound and determined to have a brewery someday, so I better get in the industry a little.
I haven’t been the very best secreter because I have been allowing myself to feel a fair amount of despair, but I’ve also realized that I’ve had this time to rest, re-assess my priorities, and start over a little bit. I’m grateful for that. Seems I need that every few years, and I should try and work on stretching that time out a little by getting on a big, fat roll. But I did secret my puppy, and I’m so grateful for my little, tiny puppy that will soon live with me! I’m gonna be a supergreat dog owner and I will train her to be a very good girl. Like I said, I’m still secreting my job, but soon it will be mine. Something I need to secret a little bit harder are friends. Some good girlfriends and at least one good gay boyfriend. It’s pretty lonely around here. I see my golf girlfriends every now and then, but we don’t HANG hang. We pretty much just golf together.
I have a feeling I’m going to have to play less golf these days, which I hate. But I need to work and make money so I can buy some goddamn waterproof shoes! Few things suck more than golfing in soggy shoes and socks, and if shit isn’t rainy and wet these days, they’re definitely dewey. Some more cardio training would be good for me, and I’ll probably get than when I start coaching basketball next week. New basketball shoes would be good, too. And I need a REAL golf bag, not my Mountainsmith hip pack with shoulder straps. Basically, I need some gear, people! GEAR!