I hate the seasons around here. I grew up in a more northerly clime, where the sentence "Fall is here," along with the retiring of the linen trousers and white shoes after Labor Day made sense, but here we are on September 10th with the temps at 36c (~97f) and a thunderstorm rolling in. It'll be mid-October before I retire my "summer" wardrobe.
I hope you can rock those, because I sure can't. Stacey Adams two-tone is about as jazzy as I can get, though I did see a pair of piss-yellow wingtips at the local store the other day that I almost talked myself into buying.
Six weeks of vacation, lounging around the house like an orangutan half-baked on some moderately overripe fruit and writing jack shit. Now I've got to get up in five and a half hours for the first day of the semester and my brain is jumping around inside my skull liked a coked-up toddler "Daddy daddy, I've got a STORY idea!!! Oh, and another one too, and how about if you explain the first one this way, I've got a scene and an overall synopsis you've just got to hear!!!" Benadryl time, I'll use the Red Bull override in the morning. Just like Elvis used to.
Jesus H Crackers. Not sure what I would do with myself for 6 weeks. Probably volunteer at other people's restaurants so I could feel useful.
I've had about four months off, and I've spent them doing sweet FA. I'm counting down the days until I go back to uni and my life starts again. Six weeks feels like such a short holiday now. I don't know how I'll cope when I start work. Hopefully next summer I can find something to do.
Hang on in until you're about 28 then maybe a double shift down the cake factory? You can springboard a novel from the briefest of encounters, probably take a notebook to the factory. ..
That's my short break, I get three months in the winter. Sounds like a tacky gift shop for the religious tourists.
I tried, but I never managed to find a job, fill out a CV, and apply. I feel like such a failure, TBH, especially coming off the back of my disastrous first year at uni.
Finding work can be hard, it doesn't make you a failure. The only reason I've been living off of writing for the past 3 years is because I haven't been able to find a long term job. I may be a failure in a lot of ways, but not when it comes down to circumstance and other peoples biases.
Between 15 to 20 including fast food with two or three poutine shacks that pop up during the summer. All of them relatively small and most of them family owned.
And Esther is in the back of beyond - your average small british town has may be three or four restaraunts and a few cafes - the curry houses generally only hire Indians or others from the sub continent, the chineses will hire chinese or viet or korean... that leaves the chippies and fast food outlets where work is hard and low paid. Barwork in the pubs is more likely, but it can become a vicious circle of must have bar experience... no experience no job / no job no experience... back in the day I worked in the student union bar at college which gave me enough experience to get a job in the holidays. I also had experience with door work which made me a useful double employee - but its doubtful EMR has either. That aside there is low pay temp work in offices if you have secretarial skills or in warehouses if you don't... any thing that requires training is reluctant to hire students since you train them and then they disapear...
Jeez... that's like a block and a half here, but we have more restaurants per capita than any other city in America (supposedly). Just knocked San Francisco off the top (supposedly).