All work and no play

Makes Nora very cranky. I'm very annoyed for two reasons: 1.) Because I have a part-time job and I agreed to work on Thanksgiving; and 2.) They just reduced my hours on said holiday, making it hardly worth the time and frustration of giving up a turkey dinner with my neighbors downstairs. (And 3.) WHO THE HELL IS OUT SHOPPING ON THANKSGIVING? Aren't the 5am door-busters on Black Friday and 24-hour Wal-Marts enough for promoting commercialism? Then again, I don't own my own business. But I digress.)

I was reminded last night that I need to be careful what I ask for, if it's not REALLY what I want, and also to make an attitude adjustment. It's the only way I'll make it through the next 6 weeks. I wanted a part-time job! I should be grateful I have one! What it really comes down to is that I'm not happy I need a part-time job. I need one job that's more fulfilling and lucrative than the one (two) I've got. But it was a good reminder to say "Thanks" every day for something.

I have a whole new respect for working moms, and anyone really, who works more than one job.

And I just told them I am NOT working on Christmas day.

My new look

This look has lasted two days, but alas, the straight hair will be gone tomorrow. The color will remain. I think I look like my mother. Not a bad thing at all. If only I had the patience to blow my hair out, I could look sophisticated and glamorous every day!

Workin 9-5 (and then some)

This is definitely a first for me to be legitimately working two jobs. I hate to admit it, but I'm actually kind of enjoying it. I don't enjoy the whole giving-up of my lazy and/or productive weekend time, but working the holiday market is giving me a little sense of accomplishment. It's reminding me that sales, service, and retail can be fulfilling, and that someday I would love to own my own business.

For now, I'll let someone else worry about the bottom line. I'll just show up for my shifts on Tuesdays and Thursdays after work, and whenever they put me on the schedule for Saturdays and Sundays. In fact, this Sunday I wasn't even available, but they put me on the schedule anyway. It will be a long day since I'm volunteering for lunch at St. John the Divine on the UWS, but I'm loving the satisfaction and sense of accomplishment.

As for the carrot at the end of this gig? I'm thinking if a trip to Italy isn't in my near future (or even if it is), a nice intranational trip to Charleston, SC, could do the trick.