Learning New Skills

Hooray! I finally made an ice cream cone that didn't look like a cone with a vanilla toad squatting on top of it. Don, the manager, was almost as excited as me. I've learned to use a commercial fryer. It's not nearly as terrifying as I thought it would be.

This new job is turning out to be a lot more hours than I thought it would be. Of course, I keep volunteering for all the unclaimed hours on the schedule...

Daisy Quean is a seasonal type of thing; busy in the summer, much slower in the fall and winter months. I endeared myself to the manager by telling him that fewer hours when business is slow is okay with me. Why would I want to go thru the hassle of going to work in the wintertime?

I am working toward the goal of new brakes for my car. I hope to achieve that by the end of June.

I'm still feeling like adapting to a new schedule is taking me forever to accomplish. Besides the housework that needs doing, there are things that I want to do. Like posting to my blog daily.

Ice Cream and Old Lace

Every job has a different set of occupational hazards. I realize as I sit here writing that I brought one of them home from the new job.

I have spatters of ice cream on my reading glasses. Dried soft-serve ice cream; it'll take a bit of soaking in hot water to loosen it up.

Scheduling Life

I am adapting to a different schedule. I must be getting old cuz it seems like it's taking a long time. I'm trying to find an hour in which to do some housework. All I want is 15 minutes to vacuum, 15 minutes to wash dishes, 15 minutes to fold laundry, and 15 minutes to de-clutter.

I want this hour of housework to occur before I go to work. After work my feet hurt so damn bad that I can barely stand up, let alone do housework.

I like the hours with the new job: 11:00 AM to 5:00 PM.

Civilized hours...anything after 10:00 AM, is my definition. That way I have time to drink coffee, feed dogs, bathe, dress, read e-mails, and play a couple games of Scrabble online. I didn't mind rushing the pre-work process when I was younger; 15 or 20 minutes was plenty of time. Now I want a couple hours before I go to work.

Time, Money, Transportation

Time, money, and transportation... three things I can't ever seem to have at the same time. It's been like this for decades and it is beginning to irk me.

I simply cannot manage to have those three things all at one time. Any combination of two of them is allowed, but never all three at once.

Now, for instance. We finally could afford to get my car fixed. That solves the problem of transportation. A month ago I started a paper route, and two weeks ago got a part-time job at the local Daisy Quean. That solves the problem of money. The job at Daisy Quean and the paper route don't leave me with a lot of TIME, however.