Last Saturday, we had one of Berck’s co-workers and his wife over for dinner. We think they’re Mormon, because they’re from Utah and they’re really nice and they don’t drink. So much for buying two kinds of beer and two kinds of wine. But it’s a good thing we had plenty of IBC on hand. For me, having people I didn’t know over for dinner is fun because we got to cook all day. Berck got me out of bed by telling me we had to go shopping. Grocery shopping is one of those things I do under protest without…
Well, yesterday I informed Michele and Duncan that they might not have me around much longer. “Duncan,” said Michele, “can we afford to hire Joanna full time?” “That’s what you can spend the afternoon figuring out,” Duncan told me. So I filled out an application for a workers comp insurance quote and called a paycheck service to ask them to give us a total number for what it would cost to hire a full time employee at $25,000 a year. This includes FICA, FUTA, unemployment insurance, the paycheck service–including direct deposit, withholding, and tax deposits. What I discovered is that…
I applied for a cool looking job at Compassion International recently. Michele wrote me an awesome letter of recommendation (she knows the big kahuna there). And I wrote a kick-ass story for the part of the application called “Statement of Faith.” But I haven’t heard back from them. Apparently, they got lots of applicants. Back when my family lived in Colorado Springs, my Sunday school teacher at the church we attended was a guy named Al. He always had an interesting lesson and truly employed the Socratic method. I think it’s been the only time in my life when I…
On Friday, several boss-people asked me if I wanted to work. “No, but I will if you want me to,” I told them. It turns out that as of so far, Saturdays are optional since we won’t make much more money for it. They told me not to come in then. So I didn’t and did my best to rest this weekend. But here it is, Monday, and I’m already feeling worn out. Part of it is the 10 hour days. Part of it is the exhausting reality of the constant possibility of screwing up and letting a student kill…