Or Not

It is now five months after that weekend and I can't remember exactly what film I was going to rant about, so instead I will move forward and focus on the now. (As much as the now includes a brief look at something that happened at the end of July, but it relates to what was mentioned before, so will serve as the connection between the past and the present.)

Probably the single most major development of the preceding five months was my rejection of vegetarianism. The reasons are neither profound nor philosophically based: I just really desired a KFC double crunch burger. I knew it was wrong, but my desire for the chicken flesh in the unique KFC crumbed basting stuff was just too strong. Now although I do eat meat and chicken and fish again, I don't eat as much as I did before my spell with vegetarianism. I know I will return to it one day, but for now I have resigned and accepted that I will live in sin, as it were, until that day.

Otherwise, I am on holiday, as much as you can be when you have a part-time job. I am on holiday, from university, would be a more accurate statement. My job only occupies me at night during the week and either the mornings or afternoons on Saturdays and Sundays, in one of the four possible combinations of those two periods of time. Another part-time job is needed though: not earning enough to support my freewheeling partying lifestyle right now. (Ja, that was meant to be a joke.) But seriously, I have stuff to pay for and an extra job would help me tremendously.

Now to consider what that extra job should be... I have no experience as a waitron and I think I would throw myself in the deep end starting now in December, but it will only get more hecticker (my spelling) as the World Cup looms larger and larger on the Cape Town tourism scene. It will definitely create more strenuous and hectic work situations in the service industry. But there really is nothing else I can think of to occupy myself for a short period of time and get out of as soon as university starts, if it starts again for me (...), next year in February. More thought is required on this front.

Not to leave this post on a downer (technically not a downer, just my considerations of jobs and lack of money could be considered a downer. It is probably a downer actually, 'cos it limits stuff I can do, but still, I don't want to say it's a downer, although I just said it's a downer...) I am happy to have lots of free time to read books. Working at a book store affords me access to lots and lots of books. This makes me happy.

I think my next post will cover the various books I am in the process of reading. Should be fun and informative, if you like books.

Triple Threat of Happiness

Presented today were three reasons for happiness.

The first reason presented itself when I woke up, eventually, and found two packages next to my bed. Two weeks ago I ordered several action figures off eBay, and my optimism regarding such things always suggests a fortnight wait before I should start expecting anything.

Despite people shipping from across the globe to Africa.

My optimism was rewarded. I hastily opened the packages and discovered Captain America, from the Marvel Universe line, and Duke, from the G.I. Joe: Resolute line (both produced by Hasbro, of course).

They are both excellent figures. Articulation is bounteous and varied on both figures. Duke comes with an assault rifle, a pistol, and a knife, but can't holster the pistol. He can't holster it because there is already a gun molded into the leg holster. This is disappointing, considering most of the figures in the recent G.I. Joe lines had open functioning holsters.

Captain America is packaged with his shield, and really, he needs no other accessories. He is the ultimate soldier and his weapon is his body, mind, and his unwavering patriotic spirit. Captain America is all kinds of awesome.

Second reason was the mini-party for my six-year-old sister's recent birthday. It was just myself, our mother, Emily's father, my aunt Jenny and her two kids, and our grandmother. I was not involved in the day at all, except to sing "Happy Birthday" to Emily and converse, but what made me happy was Emily interacting with my cousins.

They are several years older than her, but have known her almost since she was born. When my mother worked and we lived in Joostenbergvlakte she would leave Emily with Jenny and pick her up after work. So she spent a lot of time with my cousins.

Emily doesn't go to preschool, kindergarten for American readers, and has no one to play with on a regular basis. Instead her only playmates are the TV and her toys. She seems to cope alright with the solitude, but it still concerns me that she isn't around other children enough. She starts primary school next year, so I suppose she should enjoy the quiet time while it lasts.

The third and final happiness-inducing reason on Saturday was the phone call I got from Exclusive Books. After my interview with them on Thursday last week they liked me and wanted me to work for them. I was elated. The prospect of working in a book store is so exciting. Surrounded by books for several hours a day several days a week is a great prospect.

Getting paid is a great prospect too. Except it hardly crossed my mind to even ask how much the pay is. I am happy I am working. 'Nuff said.