Posted by: nhfalcon | August 27, 2007


“It never rains but it pours, we say in Bree.” – Barliman Butterbur, The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien (Chapter IX – “At the Sign of the Prancing Pony”)

It’s been a summer of extremes for me in terms of employment. There was a stretch of five or six weeks earlier this season where I did not work AT ALL. Oh, technically speaking I was on the payroll of the jewelry store I work at the whole time, but, thanks to me voluntarily stepping myself down to part-time status last August so I could concentrate on my internship and a personality conflict between myself and my now former boss, I was not given a single shift for over a month (much to my chagrin and Cookiemaker’s rage).

The obvious downside to this extended “vacation” was a lack of money coming in. Things are very tight here in the Eyrie, financially speaking. The upside was that I had a boatload of free time on my hands. Oh, there were things to do, to be sure. Laundry, dishes, vacuuming, general straightening, hunting for teaching jobs (I think I would have had more luck hunting for a jabberwock!), helping Bowyer out making crossbows for his business, that sort of thing, but I had a great deal of time off, and I must admit that the lazy side of my nature (which is fairly large, I’ll grant you) rather enjoyed it.

I caught up on quite a bit of reading, movie watching, internet surfing, and video game playing (for example, I successfully completed every single mission in all four SOCOM: U.S. Navy SEALs games. That fifty-four missions, I’ll have you know. All without using any kind of a cheat guide, either, I might add). I think I blogged a bit more than usual. I was able to spend more time with Cookiemaker and Little Man. I even got to visit with my parents, my sister and her family (who live in New Jersey), and one of my aunts and her husband for a day up in Maine.

Now things are completely the opposite. It started with picking up little bit jobs here and there. Bowyer paid me for some of my time in his shop. My friend Fishbait opened up a new store a bit north of here and I helped her set up for two days. I got a part-time job at a local Gap store and saw my hours increase fairly regularly. Then, thank God/ Allah/ Buddha/ Zeus/ Odin/ Ra/ pick your deity, my former boss at the jewelry store got “stepped down” and was replaced by her total opposite. In a flash my hours picked back up. Granted, some of that is due to people leaving the store or taking vacations, but I don’t really care what the reason is – the bottom line is that I’m getting hours.

As if all that weren’t enough, I suddenly had two competing jewelry stores start recruiting me to work for them. I accepted one of their offers, for three reasons. 1) I’ll make $1.25 an hour more than my current job is giving me, plus commission. That makes this new job (which I start a week from today) the second-highest paying job I’ve ever had. 2) I’ve been guaranteed at least 40 hours a week. 3) I’ll always have Mondays and Tuesdays off, which allows me to offer schools a fixed schedule of availability for substituting.

The upside here? Obviously, money. The downside? All that spare time went away. It’s been a seemingly constant get up, get Little Man to daycare, get ready for work, work, come home, go to bed, and get ready to do it all over again. I know, I know – to quote the late, great Warren Zevon, “Poor, Poor, Pitiful Me.” Hey, I’m not complaining, really. The money will be a godsend. I’m just saying all that time off spoiled me, and to have the reversal come so suddenly kinda caught me off guard.

The scary thing is the thing I find that bothers me the most about not being around the house so much, besides missing my family, is that the house (I call it “the house” but it’s really an apartment. Allow me my little fantasies) isn’t as neat as I’d like it, and I don’t have the time to do anything about it. I see laundry pile up, I see dishes pile up, I see the wake of untidiness (is that a word?) left behind by Little Man, and I almost get a nervous tic.

Am I anal or what?!

I realize, also, dear readers, that I have left you pining for more of my brilliant observations on life.

I will now pause while you all vomit… 🙂

I have definitely compiled a list of topics for blogging, and when time allows I’ll get to them. As a teaser, I’ll leave you this list:

Thank God I’m A Tripod

What Is Pornography?

The Chronicles of Little Man

The Third Installment of “Wolves”

My Favorite (and Not-So-Favorite) Fanstasy Writers

Say Goodbye To Hollywood

America’s Role In the World (inspired by some commentary from Kizz about Black Hawk Down. This topic is long overdue).

How Can Anybody Hurt A Child?

Which one should I do first?



  1. I say BHD or Porn first, please.

    And if you’re tempted to put in just one quick load of laundry before you write I direct you to my blog and the entry about my mom’s house. Your house will look immaculate in comparison.

  2. Falcon, I TOTALLY sympathize with your stress about untidiness (and yes, it’s a word). I’m the same way. Sigh.

    We should do something special for the first week of the regular season. Let me know what your schedule is like and we’ll decide when (Thursday? Sunday?) and where.

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