Socks, finished

I finished the socks that I've been working on! And just in time, too, because it's 35 degrees outside! It's April 7th and it's barely above freezing. It's ridiculous, I tell you.

I'm pleased with the socks, even though the toes are different. I was running out of yarn towards the end of the second sock, and I had to join the leftover yarn from the first sock. The colorway varigation didn't match up. But they look cute anyway, and they are very cozy and warm.

This past weekend was my first weekend working at Keeneland. I'm waiting tables in the Lexington Kentucky room, on the 4th floor. It's nice, and so far I'm enjoying it. I'm working with a great group of people, most of whom have worked there before. The money is good, and it's pretty easy work. No food service, since it's all buffet on the fourth floor. I just schlep drinks and bread pudding, and clear plates. It was tough though, since I haven't been working, and my feet HURT! It should get better as it goes along.

I'm enjoying two days off before going back to work on Wednesday. I've got to clean the house, do some laundry, and maybe get some knitting done.

The Job Search Continues

I got rejected by Longhorn Steakhouse. It sucks more than I thought it would. I have sent resumes to several other restaurants, but so far I haven't heard anything. I know that there are a lot of people out there looking for a job, and employers have lots of resumes and applications to sift through. Being unemployed is getting old, though. I'm tired of not having anything to do. There's only so much knitting that I can do in a day!
I worry that I'm not going to find anything. I know that I can always go back to serving and/or bartending, but I would rather find a job that has a future. I'm getting too old to worry about making enough in tips to cover the bills.
My biggest fear is that I'm not qualified enough to get a good job. I worry that my lack of a degree is going to hinder the job search. I worry that I'm not going to find anything that would make me want to go to work every day. I worry, I worry, I worry.
Still, it could be worse. I could not be receiving unemployment. I could be homeless. I could be alone. But I'm not. My dear sweet boyfriend has been very supportive during all this. Thank God for him.