As you know, I was fortunate enough to start work at the one job I pursued. As some of you know, I am no longer working said job. After a little more than a few weeks and a week of sickness, I was let go because "it just isn't working out" as by boss said.

It's the lamest excuse I've ever had but I frankly didn't expect one and I'm not angry. Anger leads to the dark side. My employment time with the company fell well within the 3 month probationary period where the employee may be let go at any time with no notice or reason. Maybe it was because I was still taking an extra day to do my week's worth of routes. You know, after working a whole two weeks, I should have been doing better :p. After all it wouldn't be until another two weeks passed me by until I started seeing familiar routes for a change. And I should have been able to compress the gain in muscle and stamina over three months into the space of two weeks. Sheesh.

The only thing I'll miss is the pay, as it was the highest rate I'd ever had. Then again, this job and my daily exhaustion is what lead to my being sick for the last week and a half, incapable of working. Which is probably why I was fired. But's that cool because I was already arguing with myself every day I was out there on my route, back and forth, whether or not I should quit. I was waking up at 5:00am every day and falling asleep at 7:00pm after having come home around 5:00pm, if I was lucky. It was a lousy existence with no time for even myself. I moved here to continue my study of the martial arts. I couldn't make a single class with this job and I didn't see myself even 4 months later being fit enough to traverse 125km on foot each week and partake in several martial art classes, introductary seminars for new students, and private lessons, let alone have time to devote to my darling Cutie. But I need to live out here, thus I started tapping all my cards on employment opportunities. My Master heard my call, and answered it.

I feel like a naive Jedi, no a Padawan sometimes when it all boils down. My Master always does something for me that goes beyond my realm of thinking, like he must being using the Force to bring events into motion. Aside from the free lessons, additional and free private lessons, and committment to bringing me up to a black belt level and operator of the Dundas dojo within 2 years, he has now also offered me administrative duties, at $10/hr for 15-20 hours a week, to start!

I can't ever ask for anything from this man, I swear! He comes through for me precicely when I need him to, and with no effort. I am eternally in his debt. I am going to owe him how I live my life in a few short years. Let me catch my breath. Whew.

The pesimists will say, "but that's not enough for you to live off of". Bah, of course not, but couple this with the possibility that the hours may go up, that I'll also get paid as an assistant intructor when I start as an Ass.Instr., and another part time job, and I'm totally set! So bugger off all you nasty dark thoughts, and flee at the edges of light from my lightsabre, for I am Padawan Wildman and I will become a Jedi!