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. . . today I was told not to bother applying for the children's center permit, as I do not need it to get hired. No, I should wait and take the two administration classes I need to qualify for the site director's license, because all the licenses cost the same: I can always "just teach" with the admin license: and the state funding for continuing education is higher for people with higher licenses.
Okay.
Both of the jobs I am most likely to get one of would allow me to take night classes at the community college for the first time in a long time. (If you work closing shift in a center that is primarily a child care center and therefore leave at five-thirty or six, it is next to impossible to get to a class that starts at six or six-thirty on the other side of the county). The admin classes are given during night shift.
The jobs and my likelihood of getting them keep morphing, so there will be no specifics here until I have one of them in hand. Suffice to say that all the jobs I'm paying serious attention to are the kind I like to do.
On another front: peas and lettuce soup turned out . . . not bad, exactly, but bland, even with all the herbs I put in, and iceberg lettuce should cook much much longer than butter lettuce, actually longer than cabbage. I may try something like it again, but not soon, as I have almost a gallon of this stuff left to get through. The whey part of the soup is actually pretty nice, as weird as that sounds. I mentioned I might have use for more sour milk and the world has told me there may be more sour milk in my future. The ricotta I made, I think I will use in making a lasagne-like concoction based on the half a butternut squash in the fridge. ut not until after I eat up most of this damned pea soup and the rest of the garbanzos and lentils.
I missed Gray Bears due to an interview but it doesn't matter: the fridge is full of vegetables, so I can easily wait. I am some months behind in some of my bills, but the mortgage gets paid and I have more free veggies than I can casually eat, so I guess it's okay that it's taking a while to get a job.
Okay.
Both of the jobs I am most likely to get one of would allow me to take night classes at the community college for the first time in a long time. (If you work closing shift in a center that is primarily a child care center and therefore leave at five-thirty or six, it is next to impossible to get to a class that starts at six or six-thirty on the other side of the county). The admin classes are given during night shift.
The jobs and my likelihood of getting them keep morphing, so there will be no specifics here until I have one of them in hand. Suffice to say that all the jobs I'm paying serious attention to are the kind I like to do.
On another front: peas and lettuce soup turned out . . . not bad, exactly, but bland, even with all the herbs I put in, and iceberg lettuce should cook much much longer than butter lettuce, actually longer than cabbage. I may try something like it again, but not soon, as I have almost a gallon of this stuff left to get through. The whey part of the soup is actually pretty nice, as weird as that sounds. I mentioned I might have use for more sour milk and the world has told me there may be more sour milk in my future. The ricotta I made, I think I will use in making a lasagne-like concoction based on the half a butternut squash in the fridge. ut not until after I eat up most of this damned pea soup and the rest of the garbanzos and lentils.
I missed Gray Bears due to an interview but it doesn't matter: the fridge is full of vegetables, so I can easily wait. I am some months behind in some of my bills, but the mortgage gets paid and I have more free veggies than I can casually eat, so I guess it's okay that it's taking a while to get a job.
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