June 8
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2011
Me 23:26, 8 June 2011 (EDT)
So, tomorrow I find out if I'm going to be actually employed at the caterer or not. At least I *think* I'll be finding out tomorrow. I get my "student evaluation" tomorrow that gets turned into the school, and my externship ends next week Friday, so I assume that might include, "This has worked out well for us. We've decided to hire you on full-time." Ass-u-me? I hope not.
I've been getting hugely good-vibes from across the board. From the time Chef said that he sees me having a place there both now and in the future, through one of the guys (responding to the fact it's still up in the air of me staying), "Aw man! Well, I really hope it does work out well. Honestly, of all the ones that have come through here, you're one of the best" (seriously meant a LOT to hear that!); on through BossLady saying over and over how much she loves my bread.
Now, paywise, will it out-do unemployment? I have no idea. For all I know it will be rock-solid with unemployment, and then be bolstered by doing events too, but I'm not certain. I *may* have to supplement things by doing bread on the side as well, but we'll have to see how this all works out.
Gonna end up popping a couple Calms Forte probably tonight in order to sleep...even though I'm dead tired from working an event for 270 tonight. :)
2007
Me 15:31, 12 June 2007 (EDT)
Last day of my vacation. In order for me to make it back to work on Monday, driving back solo, I'd need to leave on Saturday. So, this was gonna be it. Make it big.
Ouch did it bomb.
Should you go to Myrtle Beach with your kids, do not go to the Children's Museum of South Carolina. OMG, what a tourist trap! Trust me, their website is better then the interior of the building! Six bucks a person -- adults, children, no matter -- and we spent $36 for utter crap. It looked like a bunch of people chipped in a couple dozen grand, went to Home Depot, Radio Shack, a generic pet store, and a teacher's store, and through it into an old storefront.
We spent part of the early afternoon there, and then to make up for it, we went to the beach. By now, Daddy was well and flying on his meds...enough to go to the beach.
- As an aside here, I confided something to Wifey the night before: part of my reason for not wanting to go to the beach...my wandering eye. It bothers me. A lot. An occasional glance, fine, but since I've been on the meds, the libido is crazy. And now, that I'd started doubling it...it was getting really bad. Blah, blah, it's natural, but not when your wife, kids, and in-laws are right there and you're gawking like a 14 year old at the beach for the first time. /digress
So we headed off to the beach and TheBoy and I had a blast. It started off that I stood on the beach / shallows with Princess as he tried out his board. I'd watch him, and then tell him to come back (the currents were sweeping him up the coast slowly as he'd go out to catch a wave).
Once Wifey came back, we were setting up the pop-up canopy thingy, and then we say, "Where's TheBoy?" I then spent the next 10 minutes walking up the beach trying to reach this little blond head and a board that kept wading out, catching a wave, and then getting pushed further and further up towards Myrtle Beach proper.
We spent the next hour or two back closer to the beach chairs walking down the beach, catching some waves, getting to far, and walking back. I'd stand way out, forewarn him of an impending wave, and he'd try to catch it. We had a ball.
Later on in the evening I had talked everyone into going to a gigantor seafood buffet, and we settled on The Giant Crab. Holy. Crap. Food. ZOMG.
This was one of the "120 item" buffets, and it was almost all seafood. Mussels, clams, shrimp, but of course...crab legs. I was only going to get one plate, but once it fixed into my head that I'm waiting through 15 people in line, it's $22 a head (for adults), and you can get two plates......I'm going to get two plates of crab legs.
I almost died of over crabbing. "Could someone please go up and get me more butter!" said the fat man.
My proudest and saddest moment of the week was wrapped up into one phrase from TheBoy. We were headed back to the camper, and making it clear that I'd be heading back the next day (we'd told him all week, but you gotta reinforce). He was cool with it, but then all of a sudden he sits up and says, "Wait! Daddy can't go home! Who's gonna go out with me in the water!?!?" Wifey told him she'd go, and Grandma would go, but he didn't seem convinced.
I went out there with him one day for a couple hours, and for a moment, he couldn't remember how to be out there with anyone but me. I felt proud to think of how much fun he had had with me. At the same time, I felt like such a fool for not pulling myself together sooner.
And from there, my resolve began to strengthen on into my solo drive home...and the contemplation that occurred.
