I started a new part-time gig at a local kitchen shop that also offers cooking classes. All I do is prep the kitchens for classes, assist chefs who are teaching, and clean up during and after the classes. It’s a sweet gig for several reasons: → continue reading
The charter school is coming along exactly as planned (insert evil mustache-twirling maniacal laughs). A few weeks ago, we had our review for the first of two planning grants. This involved submitting the first incantation of our business plan, as well as an in-person interview where our four founding members defended said proposal in front of a group of people. It also involved me squeezing into “business attire” that I didn’t exactly try on before I bought it and consequently ended up feeling like Joan Holloway.
The Bad News (because I’d rather get it out of the way first):
When I left my job helping unqualified people become underwhelming teachers (I KID, at least five of them were competent. Ashley, you’re one of them), I went to work with a friend, helping her with the small business she owned. When I started working with her, we set a three-month trial period, at the end of which either of us could withdraw from the arrangement, no hard feelings. Unfortunately, due to a really crappy economy, she really couldn’t afford to keep me after three and a half months, which I expected. Therefore, as of Friday, I have no substantive incoming coming in regularly.
Which kind of sucks. → continue reading
Greetings from my couch! On a Thursday! At 1:34 PM! Goren and Eames send their regards. Benson and Stabler, too.
Monday started my new work situation. Technically, it started Tuesday, because Monday was my new boss’s birthday, and when you are your own boss, you don’t work on your birthday. Tuesday and Wednesday, I spent a good portion of the day with my new boss, working with her on learning all the new skills that come along with a new job. → continue reading
First things first: happy 29th birthday to my husband Chris. I could wax poetic and write something touching but he doesn’t roll like that in the public sphere of the interwebs, so I’ll keep those sweet nothings between him and me, mmmkay?
Second, I promised on Friday some big news today. That prompted e-mail from my mother threatening that if she had to hear from my blog that I was pregnant there would be hell to pay. But no, I’m not pregnant, as anyone who saw me swilling beer at various Holly Hills establishments this weekend is probably relieved to find out. I did, however, as of 9:12 this morning, put in my notice at work.
Didja hear me? I QUIT MY JOB, Y’ALL. → continue reading
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