That reads “Keep Away From Small Children.”
First, Saturday night at Jaret’s housewarming party. Rob and his almost 2 year old daughter, that is a spitting image of him I might add, were there. She’s too cute. I was playing with her, and was lifting her high into the air and moving fast, you know, like an airplane or something like kids love. I came thisclose to decapitating her! Well. Or bumping her head hard. I’m overly dramatic. Anyway. I missed, thank God.
Then Sunday night we had a big bbq at Mom’s house. I’d say family bbq but guess what? Rob was there again. Sans daughter this time. Yes, interesting. That’s besides the point, though. Madison was there, and I was chasing her around the yard and would catch her, turn her upside down and all that fun stuff. So I was holding her and, just like something out of a movie, I stepped on a rake.
Yeah. Not fun. It came flying up and of course didn’t hit me in the head. Oh no, why would it? Fate has to seize the opportunity to make me feel and look like an asshole. For Madison was hit by the rake and got a pretty good sized goosebump on her head. And shed more than a few tears.
Let’s see if I hear the end of it. Chad was still bugging me about it late last night, saying I gave Madison a concussion. Which is not true! She just cried for awhile, and didn’t even hold a grudge against me. The irony of it all is it was Madison who dragged the rake onto the deck, even though she was reprimanded and told not to.
It was a good weekend, besides feeling like the least responsible person ever.
Onto other news, I need a new job. Pronto. I was sort of shocked at the lack of hours I have this week, I am only working 16 hours. Then Mom and I were at The Bay yesterday, so I thought I’d stop and see if the schedule for the following week was out. It was… and I am only scheduled for 5 hours Sunday, then not again until Friday night from 5:15-9:15.
Not cool. I know that hours have been cut drastically across The Bay, but I somehow naively thought I wouldn’t be affected. I don’t want to have to find a new job. I love my job. I love jewellery. My job works around my school hours so great. My manager is awesome, and I love all my coworkers. It’s never a problem to get off the time I need, and The Bay pays decent enough for a part time job. Obviously I can’t survive on 9-17 hours a week, though.
Another option is taking two more summer classes.
Who knows.
It’s okay I only work 9 hours next week, because that means I can go to Carrot River after work Sunday and not come back to Saskatoon until Friday. I know that would please Dad, since I haven’t been home since New Year’s. But after that, no more 9 hour work weeks. I sponge off my parents enough as is! 
