So Sarkozy won in France, which means the French are going to have to give up their ten hour workweeks. Poor cheese eating surrender monkeys. Anyway, most Sundays I work a ten hour shift — 11-4 at the Franchise, then 4-9 at the Indy. I guess I’m getting lazy, because I begged and cajoled Gary the Driver into working my closing shift. Given the slow nature of nights at the Indy, I was out less than an hour after I’d shown up.

Actually, I know why I left and it had less to do with being lazy and more to do with feeling sick. Not, like, sick because of a virus, but just sick of my schedule. Let me recap: for the last year, roughly, I’ve been a full-time college student and a more- than-full-time employee. Days off? HAH! Have I mentioned I’ve got less than two weeks until my finals are over? It’s like I’ve got a “Can’t Wait To Have a Real Job”-type of spring fever.

After getting out of work, I didn’t come straight home. Instead, I stopped by Valley View Farms and spent about fifteen minutes walking through the various greenhouses trying to find a Japanese Water Lily – or Peace Lily – for two reasons: 1. because my apartment needs some ‘green’, and 2. because I’d really love to have one handy in case “Lurch” ever tries to kill me. Thanks to Danielle for trying to provide me some green-advice, and offering to provide me with a Spider Plant for my favorite price – free!

I took off this coming Friday — my big plans? Spring cleaning my apartment. This place is a wreck. ‘Dirty’ doesn’t quite do it justice.

Of course, unless I’m somehow able to find a job that pays in the mid-40s (for an entry level? not likely), I’m going to have to keep delivering pies a few nights a week to keep paying my bills – so I won’t be able to cut down to, say, a short fifty-hour week even though I’d really like to. I’ve decided I’m going to stay with the Franchise: slightly better hourly and mileage pay, and the business is more consistent. Say what you will about indy shops versus a big-name pizza shop, the big-name stores usually have a fairly large advertising campaign backing their sales.

Anywaaaaay … Gary’s not going to be happy. Gary Owner of the Indy, that is, not Gary the Driver (two different people). Turns out James, who is Gary’s Assistant Manager and who started at the Indy roughly the same time I did, is also leaving soon. He’s planning on turning in his notice soon. I’m planning on telling Gary that I’m shipping my resume out the next time I see him, and I also plan on softening the blow (and trying to get him to keep my hours from getting cut until I’m gone) by telling him this and gesturing with my right hand while holding half-a-case of cheap beer in my left. Hey, he’s a simple guy.