So I think I am finally getting comfortable with hunting vocabulary, both the field and firearm terminology. I've learned through watching the kids last time what NOT to do and how not to behave. I'm getting pretty used to a rifle's recoil, and I know the difference in the kick between a 30-06 and .270, and I definately prefer Buck's bolt action .243 over his dad's .243 automatic. I'm at that point now where I don't have to trail Buck up and down the aisles at Gander Mtn. as he looks over the big game rifles. Now, I may not know what everything on the tag means, or how powerful that one might be over that other one, but I can meander by myself and relish in the fact that I know just about as much as that stocky, biker dude's 8yr old son standing behind his dad poking the taxidermy skunk. However, I still very much prefer curling up on the couch to watch a sappy Lifetime movie, as I reminded Buck yesterday when he proceded to cuddle up behind me on the couch to a DVD compilation of Rock Crawler Tournaments and stunts. I did watch it with him, but later that night he began playing a DVD on his laptop (during my lifetime show!) of common coyote distress calls, in which he then started to imitate with his new hunting whistle thing. The thing was friggin loud, shrill and obnoxious. I gave him a hint on where he should shove it and I turned the volume up louder on the tv just as the crazy babysitter bitch bludgeoned her boss' perverted co-worker with a shovel. I loved the last hunting trip, although I believe this next one next weekend will be a lot more sedate since I won't be sharing the deer stand with two restless and chit-chattering brats.
The best thing just happened!! I've been laid off!! Beginning January I will no longer be on call for that other part time job with that company in the Galleria. I will no longer need to make the treck into town on my day off just to sit in a cramped skyrise office with the AC blowing snow flurries down my neck. I will no longer want to peel my eyes out of their sockets from peering at a computer screen covered in a flourescent glare. But...I will miss the additional $750 a month. It sort of made all that nonsense worth it. The funniest part of it is WHY they are laying me off (and it's the other part-timers too): Their number of clients have skyrocketed! They are doing great! They do business in both the US and in Canada! I never really liked what they did though...I sort of felt like a crotchety old hag could do my job better. I'm too young and active to sit and wait for the phone to ring on my weekend to work. I always had to make sure I brought my laptop with me no matter if I went to the mall or out to eat, it was ridiculous. And on busy weekends with the funeral home, I was so frightened that the blackberry the company provided for me would ring. Atleast when I'm on call with the funeral home, all I have to bring with me is a pen and paper. I'm hoping to receive a raise with the funeral home, or even go full time by the beginning of next year. Money is going to be real tight, but I think I can make it work if I reduce miscellaneous purchases.
I'm 21 years old and have already been LAID OFF!! Now THAT's an accomplishment.
