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interferes, but the slight impetus, the demands upon my time make what remains more valuable and so some is lost, there is a shuffle in how the time remaining is applied. The blog, it's not forgotten or ignored but there are, there will be days where it's not the first thing I address. And I'll thank you now for your indulgence.
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And nothing's changed. Well, my schedule has somewhat, but the regulars are the same, there's the rotating half-wits through the kitchen, a new sous-chef (try out, he's not making it...), a new dishwasher (simple and I'm curious as to what the other dishwasher, my old roomate, thinks of her).
Otherwise it's exactly the same. Lots of work to be done, the dead hours in the afternoon in which to do it. A couple of new girls under perpetual molestation from the boss and his nephew and G. In a way it's kind of nice to be busy, puts the pressure on me when I get home to advance other causes, in another way I just want to cry .... but there are an abundance of bills and this will come in handy. And that's it.
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A busy day. Clean bathroom, scrub sink, bathtub, toilet. At first I tried removing a couple of lightbulbs, but it was still obviously dirty, and so I gave in and cleaned. Did laundry, washed sheets, duvet. Put away mail and vacuum carpet. It doesn't sound like much but it took me hours. There's the promise of guests on the weekend and so I really should make some sort of effort to be prepared. I could buy mints for the pillows but that's probably taking things a little far. And - as far as I can tell - housekeeping is a charm to keep away guests. My own private superstition. There's still the matter of the living room, but that can wait for tomorrow...
Went for a haircut. It's a boring haircut, respectable, suitable for going back to work but otherwise not too stylish. And I stopped at the health food store and picked up some Quinoa, they've been talking about it on CBC and I'm curious to see what all the fuss is about. So goes my day. 1 day left and I'm back to work, truly mixed feelings but I checked my bank account and it is a necessity.
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The weather turns. From a high of 12 above on Thursday through to Friday, snow blowing in and the temperature plummets - minus 4, minus 8, minus 12 and then 16, 18, 20. The roads blow over with snow and the house becomes a hibernaculum. I've made a couple of trips out for supplies - Jack Daniels, some sausages and perogies, the job starts this week and I'm almost - in a perverse way - looking forward to starting. Almost. Getting out of the house and interacting with people-not-cats and catching up on gossip...it will pass in about a week I figure.
In any event with the smallest of economic worries now out of the way I can turn my thoughts to other things. The house again is due for a cleaning - the cats have shed on every square inch of carpet. And there's laundry and dusting and a hundred other trivial chores to fill the time - there's the thought of going out and doing some thrift shopping, checking the re-store for tile & hardwood, now that economy is less of a worry, but the weather forbids.
Just Thursday, the early spring, there was a moth outside banging on the window. Deceived, it would appear, by the early onset of spring (as was I). And checking the forecast it will again, by the end of next week, be warm, but for now it's freezing. So this weekend it's clean, laundry, read up on Sir Francis Drake (who's inspirational) and hold tight for warmer weather.
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It's an early spring, 12 degrees Celsius outside and I'm restless as all out. 3 days of this, each successive day warmer than the last - tomorrow it's forecast to snow. And there's little enough snow on the ground now, it's all been melting faster than the Columbia Icefields.
The cats, they've been thrown outside to enjoy the weather, the orange tabby sits at the door and mews, it's cat abuse, this, the other cat slinks inside as soon as the door is opened, they should be dying to get out and enjoy the weather, they've been housebound for 4 months, but neither seems inclined to enjoy it. They'd rather sit on the stairs and the sofa and hiss at one another.
And I finish the code for the job I want, send it off. It's basic, I've figured out that some of my coding errors were related to the 1and1 server environment, not much I can do about that. And in any event it's time - it's working, simple, I could work on it a year - or more, but what would it get me?
The restaurant calls, they've been calling for the past couple of days, I've been afraid to answer the phone. But I do and I'm summoned, the new schedule is ready, I'm due back at work next week. I should be thrilled, but...
I should be thrilled.
I have to remind myself that it's only temporary, a step on the road to better things but the thought of returning fills me with dread and a profound depression.
The schedule, they've honored my request, it's somewhat reduced, livable even (although the night shifts and weekends mess up my imaginary social life...), there will be time,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
The other job? What if they should call, if they should review the code and forgive my ignorance or see something worth investing in? IT would be preferable, certainly, but Pa, having rehired me (although to be fair I didn't reapply, I was summoned), would take it amiss that I should leave, regardless of the opportunity. In any event neither of these are the choices I should be considering in an ideal world, there's enough on my plate to keep me busy for centuries....And so it begins again...