Well it has been an interesting week. I am officially "let go" from my job. I'm still not really sure if I was fired or laid off. Fired I guess. There was so much explanation about me not being able to work the hours she needed me (I am available EXACTLY what I told her I was when we discussed me working there) and the store not making enough money. But then the last job she had me do was pack up about $2000 worth of product that she was going to give away and not get a tax credit for (I asked). So I am home cutting my class kits - the kitty was helping...
and I needed more cardstock so I go into the store and find her sister working the hours I would have worked. And it became abundantly clear that I was fired so that she could have my job. I understand that her sister probably needed a job more than I did but I have to admit that I was a little pissed. But that is tempered by the fact that I was rather bored - having thought that this job was going to be more teaching and not just another retail job and then it turned out to be a whole lot less interesting than I thought, I wasn't that sad about not doing it anymore. I guess what makes me mad is that I feel like I was lied to. I'm a big girl - I can handle the truth. But I don't know why I would expect that from someone who spoke in parables when she wanted to correct something - I spent way to much brain energy trying to figure out what she meant by what she said. So. I think I am going to open an Etsy shop. I've wanted to for quite awhile and while the economy might not be the best climate for starting a new venture, it is what is the most appealing to me. And I would rather make stuff and spread the joy of creation than sell stuff, anyhow.
I got this in the mail.
I do not understand charity's that send nickles in their requests for donations. I wonder how much money they waste doing it? I am not going to send money to any charity that is dumb enough to mail out thousands of dollars like this. I am just going to keep their nickle.
I finally went to the doctor because of the stomach pains I have been having. I know I didn't mention them much but they were pretty intense, I actually thought I might be having a heart attack at one point. So they decided I needed an ultrasound and then the tech thinks that I have gallstones. I wont have a diagnosis until I actually get to see a doctor. If I do, I am probably going to have to have my gallbladder removed.
My daughter marched in the Veteran's Day parade on Saturday. She didn't really want to but will do almost anything to get another patch for her Girl Scout vest.
Then she went to a birthday party/ sleepover and I had all this free time and somehow I ended up with pink hair. At least I didn't pierce anything.