Workin 9 to 5

I am about to get ready for day two of my first official job here, and, more interesting, my first non-teaching job in nine years! As you can see from the late-morning time, this is surely nothing to do with teaching. I am working part-time at a winery tasting room in Paso Robles. And let me tell you, going wine tasting is a hell of a lot more fun than standing on the work side of the bar. And I mean STANDING. There are no places to sit in the entire place, so we stand for eight hours at a time, pretty much (I mean, there is a toilet). But this is the hardest part of the job (especially for a woman who is still healing from two knee surgeries) and I am extremely happy to be hired. The manager said he gets anywhere from 3-8 applications a day, and had about 100 piled on his desk when I walked in. Even cooler is that this was the very first tasting room I went to regarding a job. So it must have been meant to be. Oh, and the coolest of all, I signed up five people to the wine club, which is every tasting room's bread and butter, and was told that five in one day is like unheard of, especially for a first day. And I am seriously the suckiest sales person I've ever met. I couldn't sell water to a Bedouin. Well, maybe if he was drunk...
P.S.
I'm feeling quite worried for our free birds, so we are going back tomorrow to check in on them. I mean, we freed them in a real avian paradise, not like the ghetto one I tried to fool myself in to thinking was awesome, so they should be frolicking with glee now in the massive amount of water they have at their disposal. I just hope they stopped trying to run away from it, because a few more feet and they will waddle into the road that surrounds the lake. Man, that would suck bad.