Got a job baking cookies which ended in September under similar situations as the bagel job. I busted up my hand after a rafting trip and couldn't really perform my primary functions. My boss said, "so are you giving me your notice?"
"Are you firing me?"
"Are you giving me your notice?"
"Are you firing me?"
Spent the last week of September on a road trip with Aunt Carol, Uncle Doug and Aunt Joyce going to Glacier National Park and the eastern Rocky Mountain Front. Spent an odd week or two care-taking the ranch while the folks were vacationing on the moon or wherever. This time was alternated with time at the house in Portland and looking for jobs drinking. November I was hired at Macy's for seasonal floor staff, but couldn't stomach it and ended up ditching out. My paycheck was just over twenty dollars for the training and I'm glad I didn't stick around. Instead, I tucked tail and moved home just before Thanksgiving to work on the ranch and collect myself. A couple days after Christmas I got a job at Mt Bachelor and a place to live in Bend, where I am now.
About the time I started baking cookies I also began staffing open hours at the Q Center, and at the beginning of autumn was the first meeting of Q Theory, a community reading and discussion group of (not just) queer theory which failed by December due to lack of attendance, among other factors to be discussed later, mostly heartbreak and disenfranchisement.
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