Babysitting

I spent most of this week babysitting, which was a very fun way to make some money before my trip.

work

I've been working for George in San Francisco for the last 3 days. Yesterday and today I worked with a guy named Bolo, and he and I have already had some really interesting conversations.

I took this picture yesterday (the day that I met Bolo).


The mirror came from a bathroom that Bolo and I gutted, and I saved it for my friend Deb to make a mosaic.

potential employers

Today I spoke with Jack in New Orleans. Jack is working on a remodel job, and I connected to him through my friend Maggie.

In my month-or-so of looking for a construction job, Jack is the only person who has offered me a real job (outside of Joe, in Tyler: "Y'better git to Texas where you belong")

Today I told Jack that I'm probably not going to accept the job. He understood and wished me the best of luck.

I got off the phone and I went inside to see Patti. After a few hours, I received a call from Bob Schmidt in San Francisco. I stepped outside to answer it.

Bob told me that he didn't have any work, but that he would give me George's number.

I called George, and George said that he doesn't either. I should just check back with George (and Bob) periodically, and eventually something will come up. That's what I'm going to do.

Then I went back inside to continue my conversation with Patti. She asked me about my call, so I told her about Bob and George.

Patti reminded me that her husband, Ted, also works in construction: he's a finish carpenter.

Jack, Bob, George, Ted | Bob, George, Ted (and also Joe, in Texas)

I don't think I should have too much trouble finding a job in the next few weeks.

It's the committing to one that is quickly becoming the issue.