Ok, so this weekend was the first time I worked on Saturday and/or Sunday in like a month, but I let my grumpiness at not having many hours be known. One of my coworkers suggested that if I learned to open the restaurant kitchen, I could get scheduled for 6 AM shifts. Ouch, but at the same time, I could use the hours, and if I knew how to open, I'd be more useful in general, and thus more qualified to harass management for a better schedule and raises and suchforth. So I let the "what if I trained to open?" idea slip to a manager when I was signing out yesterday, and she said, "That's a GREAT idea! Can you come in tomorrow, just for an hour or two, to see what it's all about?" and suddenly it was almost like I'd promised I'd come in. So this morning I got up before the sun and started learning about opening the kitchen at the Glenwood.
( Turns out it's pretty easy. )
Today my reward (besides pay, that is) for coming in to open was a lot of good monkey points, a really bitchen breakfast (spinach-feta omelette with sauteed mushrooms and garlic) and a lovely bike ride home (I took the long way, east to campus, across the Willamette, northeast along the north bank of the river, and back across and backtrack east to our house, and it was great to get some exercise). Then I went back to sleep until 11 or so, and now I'm contemplating errands, albeit not very enthusiastically.
Hmm. On second thought, I'd better get out now, before my mom calls and talks my ear off about the past three weeks or however long it is my aunt and uncle (her brother) and their kids have been visiting from Holland (they leave today). Also, I want to catch the 5:05 showing of Whale Rider at the Bijou (Eugene's indie/art house theater, in a remodeled church --- so cool, and the closest movie theater to our house, woo!) I am way psyched about this movie. I think it will pander to me in all the right ways, and wash away the stain of Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle.