Oh phuggar Hell. There is virtually no cold water running to speak of. Ugh. I have no idea when it happened to be like that, save that it happened today, this morning. And having cold water is always a good thing, for showers. and washing dishes, making food, you know, needed things like that. So...will this be a long phuggar?

Ugh, yeah another one. The toystore possibility is still that. And now I have to decide on the Calendar Club. There is one that is actually at the Mall I've beeen at four of the last five seasons, but it is being operated by a different Operator. The Operator I've been working for these years past, his best availability for me is a lonnggg bus, metro and bus again ride away. Likely...an hour or more. Hmmph. These are the decisions I grow weary of, but, the course I have plied in the many years, sixteen, since graduating from High School has brought them on me.

No Post-Secondary, Continuous Seasonals, multiple opt out of official work periods...I've set it up to be a difficult thing. Not that potential employers shouldn't understand that I am a good employee, but that I have made it harder for myself.  So, when do I make it easier for myself is the question?

Phuggar! Tick tock, the clock is running and I have to make decisions...soon.

Wish me good fortune. Please. And may it find you.

Bye for now.

 

Charles Petrie