Well, I did it...
I think I'd made up my mind last night.
I know I was pissed when I woke up this morning, knowing I was gonna hafta to work my ass off all damned day.
When I got to the horse farm, after beating the shit outta the coffeepot for taking entirely too freakin' long to make a pot of coffee, I was still kinda conflicted about the whole deal, til I talked to the Boss Man over there.
When he told me my hours there would be increasing, it was such a relief...
So, when I got done there this morning, I stopped by the restaurant... and quit.
It was starting to interfere with my ability to even get up, let alone bust my ass hefting shit into the speader.
Then, there was the whole "morphing from a farmer into a female" thing, which I hated. Took for-friggin'-ever and I was doing alla that so I could go be a scullery maid for $2.83 an hour? I don't THINK so.
I spent more of my time there cleaning and filling shit than I did waitressing.
No thanks.
In the 21 hours I'd put in over there, I made $56 bucks in tips. That was a bad day at the Red Lion. ONE bad day. Not a week... a day.
AND, I worked a "whole week" there this past week. I only wanted 3 or 4 days to begin with. So, if I made shit for tips in a whole week, how bad was it gonna get next week when I only did have three days, two of which were the whole weekend, again... no thanks?
Then, there was the fact that it was totally cock-blocking me from being available to work for Larry EVER, at $8.50 an hour.
Then there's the fact that I had zero time to take care of any of my houseshit.
("Houseshit"... how ironic, considering that this house currently smells like a catbox... ew. Gonna fix that when I get done here...)
Plus, I had neither the time, desire or energy to do our horse stalls anymore, so Eric got stuck with it at the expense of his having time to eat lunch. Oh hell no. It goes on from there. More reasons than I have the energy to think of again.
But, there is one more thing right in the front of my mind... everything there is a la carte... meaning nothing is "included" with dinner.
You get your main course and two veggies... period. No salad, no beverage, no kinda dessert...
Oh, you can get alla that, but you pay for everything seperately.
Not good, from a "making tips" standpoint. Or from a "building up business" standpoint, for that matter.
I mean, the guys are great, the restaurant is pretty inside, the food is great and all, but... it just doesn't add up.
At least, not for me.
If I'm gonna kill myself doing that, I damned well better be coming home every night with a POCKETFUL of cash.
Know what I mean? Two farmjobs are enough and the wardrobe is the same... "casual".
I don't even hafta brush my hair if I don't wanna.
I get to play with dogs, cats, horses, calves and every other manner of critters, including wooly-bear caterpillers. I have about 10 of them now... *grin* (I keep finding them all over the farm, freezin' their little hienies off and bringing them home. I have this little ceramic container fulla (lawn) grass I keep 'em in. I love cattypidders...)
I can sing, take my time, wear what I want, re-arrange shit if I need time to do something else, get advances if I need 'em... "Farm livin' is the life for me... Land spreadin' out so far wide. Keep the restaurant, gim'me that countrysiiiide..." I'm just an ol' redneck farmer at heart.
I love doing this shit.
I didn't love that other stuff s'much.
It was okay at the Red Lion because the money I made made it worth it.
Wasn't doing that this time. So, I'm free.
Thank God.
I've got myself back. Another really cool thing about this whole deal is, since I don't hafta waste my time at the restaurant anymore, I can have any schedule I want again. Meaning I can stay up all night doing my thing and make going to the farm the last thing I do before I go to sleep, if I want, which I do. Having to go to the restaurant kinda made that impossible.
I am NOT a morning (or daytime) person.
Not at all.
Not unless morning is my night, that is. So anyway...
Since I can, I'm gonna run to the store and get some shit we need around here, then come home and clean, then go to the farm and do what I've gotta do there, then do our stalls, then... do whatever in the hell I want... YAY!!! And...
I won't be losing a dime in doing so, either.
Just one more hour a day at the horse farm will make up for what I made waitressing. (I work there every day. Haven't taken a day off since I started. I just cannot bring myself to "need" a day off from two or three hours a day, though not getting up s'early could be kinda cool... but I don't think about that. Nor will I be doing it so often anymore, now that I have my life back... *grin*)
Or six hours a week, workin' for Larry, will get me the same amount of money, soooo... *deep contented sigh of relief* I'm outta here.
Got a lot of shit to do.
Starts with going to the store....
Which I'mina go do now. Peace y'all...
Comments
And I can certainly sympathize with the long hours taking your life away. I'm up at 6:30am, out the door at 7:30am, home at 7:00pm, make dinner, try to blog and be back in bed by 11:00pm. Hour worked: 6 and 1/2. Crud.
Oh, and at some point overnight I got a message that I hadn't yet retrieved my e-Xmas card from you. Huh?! I was never notified at the time! So I got the "reminder" and watch it this morning. It was better than if I'd gotten it on Xmas day. Thank you.
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