So, good news. I 100% have a job at Michael's. I start Monday. It's only 11 hours for the whole week, but it's better then nothing. The first day is for paperwork and training, then Tuesday and Saturday are working on the register. The assistant store manager said she wants to get me into the framing department the week after next, but they are so strapped for hours that she wasn't sure how much time I'd get back there. I told her I'd take what I can get. The museum job closed yesterday, so I hope I'll be considered for that job. I want to work at Michael's, especially for the discount on art stuff, but I really want the museum job.
Yesterday I headed out at the normal time to go pick up Peter from work, and wound up in a traffic jam. A long crawl later, I finally got past the wreck and police and got to the parking lot, about 15 or 20 minutes after the hour. Poor Peter was cold and worried about me. On the way home I was complaining about the traffic jam when I saw what I thought was dirt being sprayed into the lane I was in, up ahead of me. I thought there must be a street sweeper there. But it turned out to be smoke and steam from a wreck that happened moments before I looked over. It looked like a 3 car wreck, but the truck in front only got a dented tailgate, and the minivan that hit them got the back end of it lifted off the ground by the vehicle that ran into their back. I didn't see anything actually happen so kept going so I didn't get hit either.
I'm most of the way through A Storm of Swords, the 3rd book in the series by George R.R. Martin that was highly recomended to me. It's good. The characters are really well written, and the plot twists are unexpected and sometimes heart wrenching, because you get to know the characters so well, you don't want unfair things to happen to them.
I had something else in mind to blog about when I starting the post, but now I can't remember what it was. Hmmm. If I remember, I'll put it in the next post.
It's a beautiful day out. I think I'll talk Peter into going for a walk.
-Jenny
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