2 posts tagged “jobs”
It seems so long ago that I thought "blogging" was something fun and important to do. After that last post I made here, I started working with teh B at teh cleaners. Full time. I have a moment now to write this because I am no longer working there. But it's Xmas time, so not a good time to try to find something new. And no worries about anything like "are you still married" or whatever, because of course we're still married. It's just that after four months of not paying any bills and letting her own personal finance stuff get way out of control, my mother-in-law says she has "woke up" and realizes that she has to work full time at the store and that because her debt and whatnot has thrown her into a seriously panicked death spiral, she feels it's not wise to try to support all three of us on the net income of the store. I think she's right for the time being. Until she gains back a sense of confidence and control, this is really the only responsible course for her to take -- work hard and get her life in order. And I can work somewhere else, temping or something, and make a little cashy cushion for us until such time as she's not wiling to work in the store anymore. I predict that will be within 6 months.
Anyway, all that is up in the air and in some ways feels so distant from me, because even though I am part of the family and have some opinion about all of it, there are parts of the process that seem closed to me because I'm a newcomer, outsider, and *not* Korean. I don't know what that means or what I'm rambling about, I'm just getting my typing fingers on again.
Working at the cleaners.
Working at the cleaners has to have been the hardest job I've ever had. I kept trying to express this in words to my husband, to my mom, to anyone, really, who would listen. I say with all honesty, I didn't think I had it in me to work that hard. I am and always have been kind of lazy; I think it comes with being smart -- I don't think I should *have* to work hard. Of course my right-thinking mind rejects that wrongheaded thinking 100%, but I suspect I've been in the habit of being that way for a long time. So, the main lesson I can take away from my 10 weeks working in a dry cleaner is that I have it in me to work hard. Maybe not without bitching a lot of the time (I mean, my feet HURT -- EVERY DAY ALL DAY) and crying sometimes and wanting teh B to do my work for me, which, being a loving and good husband, he would do, even though he was also tired and sapped and his feet hurt every day all day -- maybe I didn't have the best attitude every day, but I feel like I achieved something. The first week I wanted to die. The second week, I thought I probably would. The third week, I wanted everyone else to die. Or something. But it got easier, I got better at everything, I started to feel some measure of confidence and ownership and enjoyment -- got to know the customers, the employees, the processes. Now it's over, for the time being, and -- more honesty -- I'm glad for the break. I'm looking forward to working relatively normal hours, being able to cook dinner for us, not crying over the chronic pain in my feet and shoulders, not needing a "big sleep" once a week (that's when we would go to bed at like 8 or 8:30 and sleep all night. We needed that by Thursday or Friday each week).
The rest of my life.
Well, the rest of my life has been kind of put on hold during this time when we were working so hard. I mean, I really didn't have the time or energy for anything. I haven't found a church or spiritual home. In fact, that whole topic is kind of up in the air (HA HA!) because, of course, B & I have different needs and interests in that area. I want to be exposed, regularly, to people who are thinking about and talking about God and things of God. I can't speak for what B wants, but I think his views on organized religion and traditional church or groups are more complicated than mine. And I think that's okay with me. We just have to sort out logisitics. I don't require him to join me, or agree with me, or anything! He has his own path and his own relationship with God. I liked it when we were going to Quaker meeting together, especially because that was at his instigation. But the meeting here isn't a formal meeting, and it meets on Sunday, which is his (our) only day off and it's time we're reluctant to give up or to schedule at all.
What are the other parts of the rest of my life? Well, my beloved cat Miller ran away again and never came back. She has been gone for more than a month, and now it's almost possible for me to write about that without weeping and abject grief. We were together for 8+ years. That's really all I have to say about that.
We're traveling to where my parents live for a couple days for Christmas. Now that there's a kid (my nephew), it's really all for him.
Speaking of which, no kids here yet.
I'm posting this in my lj and my vox because I haven't decided which one I really want to use yet. Er, rather, I haven't been using anything, but I know I made a big show of saying that the vox was my new journal, and truly, I do like the interface better. We'll see.
Dear everyone who reads this: Merry Christmas or Happy Whatever Event, if any, you celebrate in December, and Best Wishes to you in the New Year.
Life is busy, all right?!! I have been temping this week at the Wynn-Las Vegas, which is not Satan's main property around these parts (that would be the Bellagio, according to Bryan) but that of his smoovest lieutenant. It's fine -- the shiniest most dazzling imitation gilt on a pile of the deadly sins one has ever seen. You got your lust, your avarice, your greed (wait, what's the difference between avarice and greed? Oh, they're the same), your gluttony, your sloth, plus, with not too much of a stretch, your wrath and your pride. But the work is easy, the pay is decent, and there's free lunch and dinner every day.
All else is good: pets, husband, apartment.
More filling in people later.
