Addendum.

When I told the one local (young) (female) bartender with (pussy hat) energy about my getting a new job so quickly, she said that she was never worried about me with that, since I had had a “serious” job at the one (Thai) restaurant that I used to work at, and that I present well to boot.

It’s really amazing how I had gotten in there at just the right time when there was a worker shortage coming out of the pandemic, and how that’s refreshed my service industry resume now by giving me recent experience, and not only that, but a really nice resume-line since I was there for over 3 years, which is an eternity in that sector.

Resume call-backs.

My resume call-backs were three for three, although the third one took a while, since it was for a business that wasn’t open yet and had an uncertain start date when I dropped my resume off there.

That’s pretty good, and it reminded me of exactly why I disengaged from the academy/non-profit/editing cluster of jobs and had struck out into eldercare in the first place, after finishing my advanced degree and looking around into sectors that I could potentially move into at that point…  I just didn’t want to be one of those people with low job mobility, stuck in a job that they hated.

Months and months later, well into my new job, I was out drinking across the street at the one nearby (old) (townie) bar with my one (bohemian) (artist) coworker, and he had gotten talking to this older guy, and when I was telling him my situation and how I have an advanced degree and write stuff but I work as a waiter for my dayjob, he understood it immediately, and was like, “Freedom,” and when I said that most people don’t understand that and I then asked him how he understood it so quickly, he said that independence has always been important to him, and that’s why he was a carpenter/tradesperson/contractor-type person for so many years, he just didn’t want to get stuck anywhere, and he'd rather do things for himself...

Any how, all in all, it was exactly 2 weeks from my quitting to my starting training shifts at a new job.

Not bad at all!

A sign of trust.

My one (newer) (taller) (Thai) ex-coworker texted me out of the blue, to see if any of the (Brazilians) that I know have like 2 specific banking apps on their phone, since her (Brazilian) ex-husband wanted to send her a hundred dollars for their daughter’s birthday party, but there was all sorts of mandatory delays for the apps he uses and he didn’t have the necessary ones set up and if he used a bank there’d be expensive transfer fees.

So, I checked and they didn’t have those specific apps, but I offered to loan her the hundred dollars if she really needed it for the birthday party, which she said she might need, but let her check on some other stuff first, and finally she figured something out and she was able to get the money from her ex-husband after all.

Overall, though, it felt like it was just some level of trust between us, which I found very touching, for her to turn to me like that.

Oranges in the wintertime.

It’s always amazing to me how good the taste is of oranges in the wintertime.

Maybe it’s because I eat a lot of stuff like soup and potatoes and I have snacks of popcorn and like salads of kale and raw onion and stuff dowsed in some oil and much vinegar, but there’s just something that happens where I just really want an orange sometimes, and then I get one and they taste just so good.

Maybe it has to do with like my limited seasonal diet or like Vitamin C deficiency or something, but I’ll tell you what, whatever the reason is for it, they do just taste simply amazing, when I finally get some.

It's like I wolf them down and can't stop eating them. 

Two developments with home-goods:

1) The oil in my scent diffuser is not only getting lower bit by bit – something fun to watch, as I’ve never had one before – but the color of the oil inside is also gradually becoming a dark pinkish-purple, probably because the diffuser sticks are touching here and there some of the plastic flowers that are there among them to make it look like a decorative flower arrangement, and the dye there is probably being conveyed back down through those black porous sticks all the way into that glass-bosom reservoir holding all of the oil, and marking it.

2) I put water into an off-brand dijon mustard container, to shake it and create mustard-y water using all of the last mustard in the squeeze-tube, and then I put that into my lentil soup, which it makes super-tasty to an astonishingly surprising degree, to the point that I want to now do this with all my lentil soups in the future.

A gift from my mother that unexpectedly arrived in the mail:

A 1,000-piece jigsaw puzzle that’s a picture of the Trevi fountain.

“I thought it would be fun for you because it’s smaller than normal,” she was like.

. . .

(The puzzle was the dimensions of an ordinary puzzle that size, and the box was squarish and somewhat smaller than normal, but it gave no other indications of containing a jigsaw puzzle of a smaller size than is typical for those types of puzzles.)

Post-quitting feelings.

After quitting my job, I was catching up with my uncle on the phone, that's my dad’s younger brother, and, like many times as an adult, I’ve been amazed at his insights into people.

Like, when I told him very briefly the situation, right away he said that the problem was my one (Thai) boss’s “inadequacy.”

He had been in the corporate world a long time before his retirement, so I can only suspect that a lot of those insights come from his experiences there.

Overall, though, the aftermath of my quitting felt very good, like I made the right decision, although I was walking across the street on a Monday and I glanced out of the corner-of-my-eyes into the window, there, and there was my one (chubby) (Thai) coworker, working in the restaurant on what should have been her day off.