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I don’t want this blog to only be about my job at the nursery, but that’s
really all I have going on. I don’t have any hobbies or interests, not on this
world, anyway. I suppose I’ll start to get more into gardening, won’t I? It
might be weird if I do the same thing in my free time that I do for work, but
that may be all I really have. Someday soon, though, I’ll be able to afford my
own place, and with it, my own computer. Then I can get back into writing.
Until then, I can only work with what I have. Speaking of work, today I was
there for only a single shift, from 06:00 to 12:00, instead of all the way to
closing at 19:00. That’s the normal duration of a workday around here. People
tend to work six hours a day, five days a week. That adds up to only thirty
hours per week, instead of the forty where I’m from. Plus, every business in
this country—no matter how small—is required to pay for a half hour lunch. A
break of such length is required to avoid mistreatment of employees, so it
only made sense to the legislators to make that part of the wages. Some
businesses are allowed to do it differently by paying half a person’s wage for
a full hour lunch break, because it makes the timekeeping easier, but others
have you clock back in after your official lunch is done, but then stay on
break. That sounds more annoying, and doesn’t allow you to go anywhere for the
whole time. The nursery is right on the edge of town, so there aren’t a whole
lot of places nearby, but one restaurant serves a particularly eclectic set of
dishes, so it’s easy to go there more than once without feeling like you’re
eating the same thing every time. It’s a little expensive, but I always get
the cheapest thing on the menu. Once I get my own place, I won’t have to worry
about borrowing my landlord’s kitchen, so I’ll really try to start making my
own lunch. We’ll see how that goes. I’m lazy, so I get tired of that sort of
thing.
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