Monday, February 17, 2014

Checking in

Well, I've been doing the new job, and between that and the flea market... I no longer have a day off.  So there we are.  The good things about the job are the obvious.  Money.  Occupyng yourself is good for your mood.  And let's face it, I've worked jobs where I've ended up smelling much worse than cotton candy. 

Actually the worst part of the job is physical,  despite the mask and safety glasses and gloves... you still end up simply inhaling so much sugar that I come out of that factory as jangly as a cocaine addict.  This sugar rush is, inevitably, followed by a crash. 

Throbbing temples, dripping sinuses, it's surprising that cops aren't questioning me about drug use. 

We had beautiful weather at the flea market, and it was a profitable weekend... I of course bought a case of cotton candy to resell... and it promptly sold out, so I'll be taking some more in.

And that's about it.

Monday, February 10, 2014

Cotton candy update...

So... I'm still working the job.  My first day there was confusing... the all said they really needed a new employee because they were getting more orders,  but my coworkers weren't too friendly at all... but, I was there to do a job so I got on with learning it. 
Is tougher than you'd think. 
Third is cotton candy that you buy bagged in stores, occasionally at fairs or other attractions... but getting it from the spinner into the bag is not the easiest thing you can do.  The first few tries resulted in a clumsy mess today went to waste, and it was frustrating as hell.  

Finally I got the Knack of handling it without actually handling it.  Kind of.  Not really. 

On off my coworkers produces lovely bags of frothy sweetness... she's the cotton candy queen.  I dislike her on principle.  My bags, after that first day didn't look like childhood clouds as really vicious thunderheads preparing to attack Kansas in hopes of transporting some unsuspecting moppet to Oz. 
So I showed up the next day... and the co-workers gave each other confused glances. 

Turns out that they hadn't been friendly because they didn't know why they should bother.  You see... usually when a white boy takes the job, he leaves for lunch and doesn't bother to cone back.  

Its like this... you know how certain politicians are always giving dramatic speeches about how Mexican immigrants are taking all our jobs?  Actually, there taking jobs that the Americans don't want.  This job is one of them.  turns out they had gone thru about 4 guys in the past month.  And these were guys from the state employment odfice... people we ho supposedly really needed the job...

The Cotton Candy Queen literally looked at me with utter confusion and asked... "you LIKE this job?" As if the concept was beyond her.  

To which I replied... "it's a job."

Which she understood implicitly.

She's actually become quite friendly,  and I no longer dislike her on principle. 

And heres a photo of my handiwork.

Impressive,  huh?

There are a couple of good stories coming up... trying to figure out how to write them out.  

Monday, February 03, 2014

Cotton candy man...

Now that post title should get your attention. 

I have just accepted a part time job.  In a factory.  Making cotton candy. 

Hardly a career,  but it's money.  Of course,  it happens when I have a hundred other things to do... ain't that the way it always is?

Sunday, February 02, 2014

Howdy all...

I have been neglecting my blog,  and my blogging friends... actually,  Not so much neglecting as running myself ragged. 

And not so much running as just being busy. 

Regardless, those crocheted hearts from a couple of posts back have proven very popular.   I have to make as many as possible,  in black lace, for a fellow vendor.  She sets up booths at various events, and she tries to specialize in handmade items.  And as talented as she is, there is a limit how much you can make in a day, So she wants those necklaces. 

According to her,  tje cycle ladies love their black lace.  (From what I can gather, if it looks like something Stevie Nicks would have worn in the 80's, they want it.  Basically, tough but feminine at the same time.)

She'll sell them and well split the price , which isn't bad because tje prices at tje rallies and such are higher.

So I've been crocheting away.  And there's nothing like making something top make you think of other things can make.  Dizzying.

On the craggy blog there's a picture pendant I figured out, if you wanna check it out. .. Anyway,  I've been distracted.