Train of thought

Every time I make even tentative plans, something happens to change them. I don't know why I even bother.

Here is an idea of my train of thought while I smile at customers and hand them their change:

3000 layoffs in mining industry in this state alone, so okay, no geo job. I'll travel Australia until I run out of money then go home. Okay, but wait! I got an email address from a geotechnical engineer who was in the shop today who will send my resume around. But he says don't bank on any replies. Hmm, maybe make a backup plan? Going to New Zealand in late March- no April now since Joanne can't make it until then. Maybe stay and work until April? But I might go crazy out here that long in the desert and money isn't everything. But there are no jobs so maybe I should just go home with my wages from Auski and pay off some of my student loan while I have the chance and live in High Prairie for a while until the economy gets better. But that's no fun! Maybe I could...

Anyway, you get the picture. I have started writing some fiction just to try and funnel my brain into more productive pursuits, as the whole cash register thing isn't exactly Calculus (and thank god for that). And tomorrow I am being reassigned to motel cleaning since the regular lady is going on vacation, so there will be even less need to use my brain. As long as I can do a decent hospital corner (which I perfected when I was in air cadet camp) I am set. God forbid they put me in the kitchen- with my daydreaming, I would be sure to lose a finger inside of a week.

-A.