Life on a Tuesday.

Hello and welcome to my blog all about my house and it’s history!  Today we’re going to talk about my cousin’s wedding and my upcoming job interveiw!  (Didn’t see that coming, did you?)

My day started early.  I needed to get moving because I had an appointment at 3 o’clock to have my bridesmaid’s dress altered, and I didn’t have shoes yet!  I grabbed a cup of coffee at the C-store across the way and drove to the nearest shoe store, 20 miles away.  I couldn’t believe my luck, the first store, first pair I tried, perfect fit and style!  I went to the cash register and waited…and waited…and waited.  At least ten minutes passed (I hate these self serve stores, but cheap is good for shoes you’ll only wear once) before someone actually acknowledged my presence.  Then she came to the register and didn’t even say “hello” or anything.  She rang up my twenty dollar shoes and I gave her a one hundred dollar bill.  It’s what I had.  She then treated me like I was a complete moron and said, “Like I can break that!”  Wow!  I haven’t been keeping money in the bank so I had to call hubby to see if there was at least $21.39 in there so I could use my debit card.  I ended up writing a check and then going straight to the bank to deposit money.  If I didn’t hate to shop as much as I do, I’d have gone somewhere else.  Instead I just felt sorry for her because she obviously hates her job.

After that, I killed some time at my dad’s house and then headed over to have my dress altered.  Funny how you try on the size and the style you want in the store, then they order it in the right color and it cuts you in half when you get it.  There’s no way I’ve gained that much weight in this amount of time…or is there?  Betty, the lady altering my dress, told me that it’s hard telling how many times that dress in the store had been tried on, and that it was probably stretched out.  What a nice sentiment, but I’m still going to have to lose 10 pounds to make it hang properly.

Somewhere in the midst of all of that, I got a phone call from a number that I didn’t recognize.  It’s a good thing I answered it, because it was the owner of a restaurant that I’d applied to some time ago.  I was interested in a cooking position that they had available at that time.  I didn’t get the job, but apparently their first choice didn’t work out, so now I’m up.  Part of me wants to tell them to “stick it”, but a bigger part of me would like to have a little something to pay the bills.  I’ll go tomorrow morning at ten for an interview.

I’m actually looking forward to getting back into the scheduled workforce.  I think it will help with my writing time also.  Seems when you don’t have to punch a clock, people don’t consider your writing “work” and don’t mind interrupting.  But when you punch a clock and then try to take some time writing, they consider your feelings a little more.  Maybe it takes that “time clock job” for them to realize that you do not have all the time in the world to get things done.  I don’t know the reason, but I do know that I get more done when I am pressed for time.  Wish me luck!!

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~ by rowdiegurl on July 14, 2009.