Yesterday, on my way to work, I saw some kind of carton discarded on the side of the road. You know, a generic cardboard milk carton, juice carton, whatever. A sticker on it proudly proclaimed, “Certified 100% Organic.” I’m so very glad the person who bought it cares so much about the environment…
At work, during first break, I saw a gentlemen chugging a can of SlimFast. On the table in front of him waiting to be devoured was a 6-pack of chocolate-covered doughnuts.
Last night, in the space of half an hour, I had to make a tough decision:
Stay with my part-time job at the coffeehouse, where I love the people and the job but that has an uncertain future. Or, take a temp-to-permanent job from the staffing agency with a clothing warehouse. It’s not too much of a manual labor job–it’s basically inventory checking. Even if it doesn’t become permanent, it’s full-time with overtime for the duration of the job.
So… last night, I called the coffeehouse and told them I couldn’t come in the next day or… any day thereafter. I feel awful about it–not just quitting at such short notice, but leaving them at all. I was homesick today for the familiar. My coffeehouse coworkers are the only people I know in South Carolina besides my neighbors and people in the Clemson math department.
I really hope it was the right call, but only time will tell.
Today would be the perfect kite-flying day. It’s incredibly windy but not freezing… yet. It’s sunny in any case. No chance of getting struck by lightning or pelted by rain.
Unfortunately, kite flying just isn’t as much fun when you’re alone, and Steve’s at work. He may even have the kite in the trunk of the car he drove.
So instead, I’ll sit inside and teach college students about things like compound modifiers (ie, kite-flying day) and the intricacies of APA style, which I know next to nothing about. Yay for the Online Writing Lab at Purdue University!
A bigger yay for a short-term paid teacher’s assistant gig.