The problem with showers

I had the day off, and despite that, I felt rather productive today.

I got some painting done (more on that later; the project is hush-hush at the moment), got some writing done (fiction, primarily, and now this post), got a game of C&C set up for when my honey got home, and I even got the prep work done for dinner.

Tonight’s dinner was Mediterranean Couscous Cabbage Rolls. They’re a simple concept: couscous salad (couscous, olives, feta cheese, mint), wrapped in a cabbage leaf (cabbage leaf), and all of that simmered in a tomato sauce (tomatoes, EVOO, vinegar, garlic, sugar, and cinnamon).

I got the wraps ready, so that when Eric and I returned from our intervals this evening, I could whip up the tomato sauce real quick and then finish them. I figured they would be done early enough that we could eat, play a game, and unwind before I had to get to bed relatively early for work tomorrow.

Oh! Speaking of which, it is confirmed that I did not get the Goodwill job. I was, however, informed that I was their second choice. So, hooray for being the first place loser!

Moving on. When we returned from our run, I was feeling a bit sore, so I popped the tomatoes on the oven to sauce up, and I hopped in the shower. Upon stepping out of the shower and dressing, a burning smell came to me. I looked at Eric, “did you not check on that burning smell?”

“What burning smell?”

Burned sugar tomato paste all on the bottom of the pan was the only answer to that question. I was quite proud of myself for keeping calm enough to scoop out the remaining tomatoes, turn off the burner, and put my possibly ruined pan in the sink to soak.

My answer to this level of failure: I promptly opened a beer and sat on the couch to write this post.

Eric has since finished showering and gone out to procure more tomatoes, so that I might try to not burn a batch of sauce and provide him with dinner. I’m not sure if I’ll be up for eating it, to be honest. And I don’t know that I’ll be up for the game that I set out, especially with an ego that has taken more than a few hits this week.

What I will take away from this is that I should not take even quick showers while making anything, unless I give explicit directions to watch the item that is cooking.

Also, I will have to take a look at the pan again. I can’t imagine how it could have gotten so hot so quickly.

The Crafty Polymath gets a job!

Updates have been slowing down in that I didn’t post yesterday. Oops! In my defense, it has been absurdly warm here lately. Don’t get me wrong, growing up in Georgia, I can handle heat, but it’s Michigan. How is it in the 90’s for two weeks straight? I think we’ll go to the beach for date night if certain people come home from work soon.

But the main reason I’ve been neglecting my online duties is that I had a job interview on Tuesday and spent the better part of yesterday biting my nails and rocking back and forth, waiting to hear back. I am not good at not having anything to do. And please don’t point out that there is plenty to do at home; I am well aware that I could be filling my time with cleaning, cooking, crafting, and other activities that begin with the letter ‘c’. But I get restless, and I can’t just go out and about because I know myself, and I will spend money. Not a good idea when you don’t have a job.

So yesterday I was just a nervous wreck.

Today I went to officially change my name. As far as Social Security and the State of Michigan (so far) are concerned, I am now a Safin. Woo hoo.

I returned less than an hour ago, ate a peach, talked to my godmother, and pulled up WordPress, all ready to BS my way through a post without a craft project done in the past day or so, and the phone rang. I am not too proud to admit that I recognized the number when it showed up on the Caller ID, so I got excited.

And then they offered me a job. (I accepted, by the way). I start on Monday.

I had to do a happy dance, and then I called the people who would want to know. And now I’m posting about it online.

What is it? Fair question.

After teaching in Arkansas for about a year, when we moved here, I struggled with what I wanted to do. Office work seemed like a viable option, but the unemployment rate here is so high that I knew people more qualified than I were applying to jobs of that nature. I applied for some, even did a few interviews, but for the most part, the tune was the same: “we’ve chosen a candidate that better suits our needs at this time/fits our qualifications/etc”. Never mind the fact that using “that” implies the candidate is an object, so perhaps it’s best I didn’t get those.

In addition to office work, I thought that retail would be a great option. The last thing I want right now is a whole ton of responsibility for other people’s futures, and a lot of my previous work experience has that little caveat. So I started applying to stores that cater to my kind of people.

Then on one trip to Michael’s to prepare for our elopement, I saw a small sign advertising open positions there, including the 25% employee discount. I applied that night online. Elopement and wedding happened, family visited, and then I was back to my normal routine. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to work for Michael’s. So I called them, went in to drop off a more detailed resume and cover letter, called some more, and the manager was impressed enough to call me in for an interview.

To be completely honest, I struggled with this decision for a bit. As a college graduate with some varied experience, much of it professional, would others look down on me for choosing to work in retail? Am I not living up to my potential?

Fuck that, was my decision.

I have more than a few friends that are wildly successful in retail; as managers, they make more than I did as a “professional”. And since I have management experience, it’s not crazy to think that I will be moving up the ranks in short notice.

And more than that, I love crafts. This job comes with a discount and reasonable hours, so that I can come home and craft. If I’m scheduled 30 hours one week, I can consider that extra ten craft time. And then I can sell what I make locally or on Etsy.

I’ve put a lot of thought into this, including worrying what others might think. I’d be lying if I said I don’t still think about it a little bit, but for the most part, my answer is this: if I’m happy, what does it matter?

So it’s date night! Think I’ll go celebrate with my husband. More crafting tomorrow, though, and an update!