Because we don’t have enough fucking uncertainty in our lives….

This afternoon after an “Oh God!” Thirty in the morning shift and my volunteer shift I came home and did a face-plant in the bed. Less than half an hour in to my snooze the Haggis came home.

“How was your day?” I asked groggily.

“It was …. a day” The haggis said.

I snapped awake.

Apparently the Haggis’s boss gave his notice.

Why does this make me and the Haggis shit bricks?

The company that hubby works for is apparently run by a bunch of moron crack heads, who are currently engaged in a lets-see-who-flinches-first Mexican stand off. This is all well and good, except that while they are doing it, no one is acquiring new business.

The Haggis estimates that if things continue the way they are going right now he might have two, possibly three years at best before his job will no longer be justifiable. –That is of course provided the whole company does not go up in flames before then.

That sucks eh?

But Wait! There’s More!

The clients respect the Haggises boss, and when the news gets out that he’s gone and they will have to deal with the Moron Crack Heads ….Well…

You remember that up in flames comment ….

So this Haggis is looking over his resume.

Fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck.

So here’s the scoop......So Far.

I went to an information session at Sutherland Chan the other night. They, of course, have a very rosy picture of job prospects for people graduating from their program. I will go have a look at some other schools, and I will talk to some people in the field before I come to any conclusions.

The store that I am working at is going to close for renovations. In the mean time they are not hiring any more staff and we are horribly short staffed. Good for me, as I am getting more hours, Bad for me as I am exhausted all the time from getting up at “Oh God” thirty in the morning on less than four hours of sleep.

Next Monday will be our last day, and the store that I am being transferred to opens at 8am. I am looking forward to at least three months of decent sleep.

I don’t know what is going to happen next. I might go to school; I might try to get a mindless but well paying government job. I might take up high steaks poker and bank robbing.

Well….maybe not.

I don’t believe in resolutions and this is late for them but I think I will make some any way.

1. Have at least four information interviews with Registered Massage Therapists over the next month.
2. Visit 2 more RMT schools by the end of February.
3. Audit classes from the top two Schools by March 15th.
4. Get my self re-certified for CPR by September
5. Starting Feb 1st get off my growing ass and get to the gym at least three times a week (preferably four) – and if I cant do four then got on the bike thingy at home for at least one hour.


Igal and I have decided that we will not be having a tenth anniversary party. We just don’t have the money to do it the way we want to, and conveniently, Igals parents have offered us some time at one of there “time share” resorts in Halliburton. We will spend a week out in the wilds of Halliburton snowshoeing, cross country skiing and playing strip poker in front of a fire place.

I can hardly wait.

The continued adventures of job hunting Woman…

Igal and I had dinner Tuesday night with our friend/Chiropractor/Acupuncturist Chris, and his shmoopie Albert. It is always very cool to get together with Chris and Albert, they are genuinely nice, funny, appear to be as adventurous eaters as Igal and I are, and they make a really cute couple.

I wanted to pick Chris’s brain about what he knew about Massage Therapy, (He has a number of friends who practice) and what colleges were good to go to, ect. The picture that Chris painted was not completely dire, but not really great either. He described Toronto as having a “glut” of Massage Therapists, and that working for some one else, or in a co-operative office had its problems. The best way of working in the field was hanging up your own shingle and going for it. The problem with this of course, is trying to develop a client base. He told me that if I was going in to Massage Therapy for financial reasons alone it was not a good plan. It had to be something that I felt called to do, and I had to be prepared to struggle for the first little while.

I have to admit what I wanted to hear was that it was a freaking great field and I would be making money hand-over-fist within months of graduating. Its not that I don’t feel some calling to this work, I do – I would not consider it otherwise. But I am tired of struggling. I am tired of not holding up my end of the mortgage, not having the occasional splurge money, and not being certain.

I am doubting my self. I have toyed seriously with quite a few carriers in my life. In high School I wanted to act. In university I wanted to be in Theatre Production. While I spent 10 years in Photo Retail Hell I wanted to be a photographer. When I got kicked out of Photo Retail hell I went to school (For 16 weeks) to be a web/print designer. (I got a job doing that and ran screaming in the night away from it.) Most recently, I have toyed with volunteer management. But really what I wanted to do was be a client services coordinator for palliative care.

After the failed interview with Hospice Toronto the shine has gone out of Volunteer Management. And truth be known I have applied to quite a few jobs and have gotten almost no interviews.

Now I am looking at Massage.

And I am afraid.

Afraid that I’ll spend a whole wack of time and money on a course and deicide that - I hate it – Its to Difficult – It doesn’t Pay enough…

And I am afraid.

Afraid that this is “The Job” that will pay me enough to get by comfortably, give me the flexible hours I want and most importantly feed my soul… and I may walk away from it.
So I don’t know what to do.

But yesterday I had a perfectly horrible day at work, and it reminded me that what ever I do. I can’t stay here.

There is no pressing urgency to making a decision in this. The next course does not start until September of 2007 or January of 2008.

So the plan for now is more research. Talk to some friends of Chris who are massage therapists and take the “intro to massage course”.

For now I am deciding to not dicide.

Yet.

This Rant is brought to you by the word “NORWALK”

I got in to work this morning at 6:30 am to discover the opening shift supervisor in the office sitting with his head between his knees looking positively green.

It seems that he came in to work this morning despite the fact that he has a rather wicked case of stomach flue. Apparently he felt a great sense of responsibility because he was opening the store. Why he couldn’t call another shift supervisor – or for that matter, the Manager, I will never understand.

Stomach flue is the most contagious nasty buggies there are, and it is down right stupid to come to work when you have it because chances are you will give it to every one you work with. –But coming to work with stomach flue when you work with food and beverage…

Dear God, the stupidity boggles the mind.