Another week older....

So I can't belive that another month is coming to a close. The days tend to blur together sometimes as I live such an exciting life. Besides work, I don't do much, don't socialize or get out, not yet.
I am close to getting my laptop finally, and that will help alot, and slowly I'm getting things back in order.

Just another day...

So i can't wait until I can final stop using the library and am able to listen to my music online for longer than 90 min at a time. I can't wait to finally get this laptop, and so are my co-workers, cause they'r tired of hearing me talk about it, much like when I was waiting for the boy to arrive. Then my blog posts will be better cause I'll have time to sit and draft them out, but until then...
I'm doing good, still just working and that's about it. Kinda lame.

Oh the Food Handlers Class

And its not a good thing, but rather a painful 30 minute video that dumbs down basic food safety and restuarant methods so everyone, regardless of nationality or how long you've lived here, can pass a simple test of 37 questions, over topics and information that hasn't changed in over 20 years. Costs me $10 every 2 years, and its doesn't make me feel any safer, or less safer making people get one of these cards. Idaho nevetr did when I lived and worked there, it was up to each store, though the health inspectors came around alot more than here in Washington. I just wish there was a test only option, skipping the video, or better yet, watch the video on line then take the test online. I would like to say that most of what the class teaches I thought was comman sense to people, but then I met some people that are just plain ignorant. And not just imagrants either, but homegrown fenceposts of our own.
Basic Rules: Home or Restuarant
1) Personal Hygine-like washing your wands often.
2) Cross contamination-wash and sanitize all surfaces after use
3) Keep foods HOT(140 or above) or COLD(41 or below)
Easy, huh. Now pay me my ten bucks fools, you are food safety certified for Washington.

Weekend Off

I know that usually all I do it seems is complain about work, about working 6 days a week and getting burned out, but it did give me 40 hours a week, which I didn't get this week, but actually have two days off, in a row, and its the weekend, and I got paid. So why do I feel so bored and lazy cause I have done nothing? There are bags of stuff that need to be gone through, sorted and discarded. But I just lack motivation sometimes it seems.

New Years start

So I just read Karen's blog and I like how she broke down the year by months, though it seems for mine, each month contains a years worth of events. Just this time last year, i was homeless, living in an 8X8 dome tent with Nadine and BooDah plus several suitcases and bags of stuff. We had been homeless for 2 weeks and it already seemed a lifetime had gone by. We would sit by the fire in camp and just watch people at first, it was like a real life comedy show, making us wonder what exactly we we're getting into. This month last year was when i was kicked off the program and had to kick the last 30mg in said tent, with said occupants, which meant long nights of tossing and turning, clostraphobia and anxiety uncontrolled. I wish that hell on nobody! In February we all moved to our new campsite, where 10 days later, I had to leave cause of the dog, and due to politics and one mans nepolian complex, couldn't return even after i appealed, won and was voted back by the campers. So I had to urban camp in a $1.5 million dollar commercial vacant lot, in a $10 tent. Fortunately, it was a warm and mild winter, and with the dog, we managed ok. I also started panhandeling about this time too, since I couldn't sit around and do nothing all day. And once I started doing it, and realized its just like fishing, it was fun. Coming up with new signs, learning new peices of worthless info to tell tourists for tips. Oh the things I learned about Pike's Market. Funny thing is, that I was only on that corner for 3 months, and made the news twice, met movie stars and pro athlets. We both had "fans" per say, though BooDah always got more attention than I did. And thats pretty much how March and April went. In May, Nadine went with her Mom to finally try and detox medically, while my sister drove up and got me, the dog and as much stuff as I could fit into her SUV, and took us back to my Mom's. I didn't really know what I was going to do, and just needed some time to decompress. For the first time in 2 years, I didn't have to worry about the needs or welfare of anybody. Was kinda nice. But the vacation was short lived. Once Nadine left me, I knew I had to get back, and get my life going again. Within a month, I was not only employed with a decent job paying me a fair liveable wage, but i had a place to live, though in October that changed for the better, and worse. I really had second thoughts at this point. What was I doing?? Within  a month, I was homeless again. Back in the same damn tent city that I had been kicked out of only 8 months before. Believe it or not, but there were less than 7 people left from the original ones the first time I was there. But I didn't lose all hope, seeing as how I had a job, I had money coming in, so I just stayed low, saved up my money, and just before the tent city had to pack up and move, I left for a room for rent. For the next two months, the rest of the year, the routine just doesn't change. I did rent a car in november, goto thanksgiving at my grandparents where I picked up my stuff from Idaho, and got my son BooDah, so he's with me in Seattle again. And now its a new year, though it seems longer.