Our house has been quiet, and both of us have been working like mad. In fact, this week alone I have almost 50 Hours! I even got called in today even though I wasn't scheduled. (New person mess-ups on their schedule.)
Austin had a crazy day too, and unfortunately we have jobs that go over the Sabbath. I am sure our new ward is wondering where we went... it isn't all the time thank goodness.
Ironically though, the Lord has blessed us with wonderful jobs. We definitely have more than enough for our needs, and hopefully can put ourselves through this next phase of our studies.
Austin has been super-server... He earns tons of tips that puts him well over minimum wage! I mean... who doesn't love Austin haha! He's been received well. I have been blessed to be hired with better pay and benefits too!
It is super hard work though. I respect people with full time (and then some jobs) that require them to rush and be on their feet all day... it has been wearing us out. Austin also has overtime and around 50 hours. Last night we used a graduation gift card to get some foot soak, and gel inserts for our shoes. Tell you what, as much as we are grateful, working jobs like these that exhaust you physically will make you want to work harder in school so you can get a sit-down job. Or higher pay for your physical work (Nursing haha!)
We actually found out this cool fact about our house... it isn't a 1920's home. It is actually an original pioneer home made in the late 1800s. It was built by the railroad tracks when they came through Wyoming! The property owners are trying to register it as a historical piece with the state.
Our garden? Well lots of people have grown successful gardens on our lot. Why? It was the location of the 1800's outhouse. The soil has lots of alkali and nitrogen which is in human waste. Gross but awesome haha!
Poop Garden!
Remember how I told you how I have lots of funny stories from McDonalds?
There was an old Lady with her permed hair, granny earrings, and floral blaser waiting late at night waiting for a vanilla cone. (Biggest seller for old people haha! No joke! Allll the time.) Anyway.
One of my managers has a hard time doing pretty cones, and made a .... special cone. As he hands it to her (we are all on our wit's end we're so tired from a full day) he says, "I made you a funky cone!"
BUT.
What we all heard including the little old lady was:
I made you a @%#!&$# cone!
The old lady was terrified and let out a gasp, and the whole shift crew dropped everything and just stared at the manager. He couldn't figure out what was going on, and what was wrong. We all said, "what did you just say?"
"I made a funky cone! Sorry, it's really ugly, I can make you a new one if you like!"
Omgsh. The whole place died of laughter and thank goodness the lady had the best sense of humor.
"I SAID I MADE A FUNKY CONE!!!"
It never ended up EVER sounding right the more he kept saying it. Rule is, no more using the word "funky" with all the machines going lol.
Well, Goodnight from Wyoming!
xoxo
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