I walked down the hall at the Hilton to look at my schedule. Chef was walking towards me talking on her cell phone. I make eye contact, but have no plans on conversing with her. She stops and says "Scott is in labor." Of course, she means Scott's wife but I know what she means. She says they left my schedule blank so they could fit me in. I go look at my schedule. I have the whole week off. Last week, there was three servers: Juan, Scott, and me. This week there is is a new guy and he got hours before me. Scott's wife did not go into labor yesterday when the schedule was made so I know where I stand with the Hilton. I cat fought with Juan, another server, last week because he is all about him so he will take tables. In his mind, he is not stealing those tables because they were his to begin with. It does not matter. I will probably get some hours this week but then they will keep me on the payroll so their turn over does not look so bad and just in case of emergencies.
I knew this job was mortal and I was probably going to be cut from summer. I had no clue it would happen so fast or they would be so obvious. The biggest deal is that I need to gear my career search up. Well, if I have all of next week off, I will have plenty of time. My symphony and class are done so I have nothing planned for this summer. I was planning on trying to date more but I never can focus on dating that much when I do not have a job. Perhaps I will change that.
Positive news! I went to my class last night and he talked about publishing with journal. My excitement levels rose at the idea of doing research on the type of journals that I like and that might accept my work. I also will have to create a database to track which poems I have sent to which journals and when I did that. I only have two poems that I would be willing to send out. I will post them later. I have one other poem that I think is valuable. It takes 6 months to hear back but who cares! I always thought about being a teacher at a university. I would groan at the idea of having to do research and publish scientific work. That is because I do not belong in the sciences at all. The idea of publishing my written work excites me and I realize that is what schools look for in their teachers. That does not seem like a burden to me. It is just sharing what I enjoy with the world. I'm still unsure about being a writer full time, but this field has excited more than any other in my life. The exception being traveling. I do not want to be a travel writer, but maybe I should do more research on that.
I applied to a dream job - teaching board games to kids! That would have rocked but I have not heard back from them. I wanted that job very badly. This is so cool for me. I'm still unsure about direction but I see jobs that I would like to work.
Look forward to my poems!
