Another lazy Friday...
Lounging around the house, smoking too many cigarettes, rereading a good book, playing guitar, generally not getting anything terribly productive done.
I realized why my boss has been a little but nicer to me yesterday. He knows now that I'm not going to hang around at my job after my contract is up, even though I've been offered a promotion and raise, and that I'm returning to an old job that's given me a better offer and actually appreciates having me there. My boss gave me "Termination and Voluntary Resignation" forms at the end of my shift, and that includes and short questionnaire on how I felt about my job. I've never in my life been yelled at more often or been treated worse in a kitchen. My bosses erratic behavior and flashes of temper are inexcusable in the workplace and my forms and closing interview will reflect that fact. So he's been playing nice for the last week in hopes to sway my opinions, or so I guess. However, I don't think that a week's worth of begrudged civility can excuse a season's worth of antagonism and cruelty.
Enough about work. Tension has been growing with one of my roommates over the last week, but I'm moving out soon anyway, so no worries. I can't wait to be back home for a few weeks and then back in my cabin on the ranch. My place isn't exactly huge, just a studio apartment attached to my workshop, but half of it is over the pond on a piece of property my grandmother owns. Its quiet and peaceful and just close enough to the city to be really convenient. I can be back in the bustle in 15 minutes. I love it there. My cabin on the ranch is even smaller, barely even 10*10, and doesn't have running water except for the pump nest to the ranch's shop (my bathroom is up a hill in the main lodge). But its plenty big enough for a wayward travelling cook and musician who's spent more than one stretch living out of his car like me. Suffice to say that in a few short weeks my life will take a few turns for the better. Get to visit family and friends, and then return to a job that I love with people I enjoy working with.
So, I have to take a line from Dinotopia (one of my favorite book series from my childhood) and say "Breathe deep, seek peace," and remember that even the rough times and the hard times and the times we barely survive just make us appreciate the rest of what makes us who we are. I've had a really hard few months, and I'm much stronger for them.
Now I just have to figure out what I'm going to do next winter and where I'm going to end up. Wherever that is and whatever I'm doing, I'll land on my feet.
Lounging around the house, smoking too many cigarettes, rereading a good book, playing guitar, generally not getting anything terribly productive done.
I realized why my boss has been a little but nicer to me yesterday. He knows now that I'm not going to hang around at my job after my contract is up, even though I've been offered a promotion and raise, and that I'm returning to an old job that's given me a better offer and actually appreciates having me there. My boss gave me "Termination and Voluntary Resignation" forms at the end of my shift, and that includes and short questionnaire on how I felt about my job. I've never in my life been yelled at more often or been treated worse in a kitchen. My bosses erratic behavior and flashes of temper are inexcusable in the workplace and my forms and closing interview will reflect that fact. So he's been playing nice for the last week in hopes to sway my opinions, or so I guess. However, I don't think that a week's worth of begrudged civility can excuse a season's worth of antagonism and cruelty.
Enough about work. Tension has been growing with one of my roommates over the last week, but I'm moving out soon anyway, so no worries. I can't wait to be back home for a few weeks and then back in my cabin on the ranch. My place isn't exactly huge, just a studio apartment attached to my workshop, but half of it is over the pond on a piece of property my grandmother owns. Its quiet and peaceful and just close enough to the city to be really convenient. I can be back in the bustle in 15 minutes. I love it there. My cabin on the ranch is even smaller, barely even 10*10, and doesn't have running water except for the pump nest to the ranch's shop (my bathroom is up a hill in the main lodge). But its plenty big enough for a wayward travelling cook and musician who's spent more than one stretch living out of his car like me. Suffice to say that in a few short weeks my life will take a few turns for the better. Get to visit family and friends, and then return to a job that I love with people I enjoy working with.
So, I have to take a line from Dinotopia (one of my favorite book series from my childhood) and say "Breathe deep, seek peace," and remember that even the rough times and the hard times and the times we barely survive just make us appreciate the rest of what makes us who we are. I've had a really hard few months, and I'm much stronger for them.
Now I just have to figure out what I'm going to do next winter and where I'm going to end up. Wherever that is and whatever I'm doing, I'll land on my feet.
Sounds like good times are ahead. That cabin sounds cool. I would settle for rustic and peaceful over surrounded by buildings and people any day!
I hope you figure out what's next