Apparently I have not written a thing in over two months. Well I am sorry. I will contar unas cositas that have happened since I last wrote. On the first (and last) day of selling mulch for Mulch Masters only the Venezuelan on our sales team was able to sell any mulch. The Saturday after the the sell Thomas and I did the manual labor and laid the mulch. That may have been the first time in the history of Texas (maybe even the entire Southwestern United States) that an Hispanic did the sales job and Anglo-American did the manual labor. Dee and Thomas (the businesses founders) figured out that we did not have the profit margin for the mulch business to thrive as we had hoped and Mulch Masters was abandoned so I was yobless once again.
So I went to a job fair in Tomball, threw resumes into various fields, and read a lot. People from my ward (Doug and Jeff) often came to visit and advise me on the job hunt. Till one fine day a received an email from Pearson offering me a job if I could pass a Spanish translation test I would have a job scoring the TAKS test. The translation was tough (mainly because it was written by nine year olds meaning bad hand writing and bad Spanish). However I passed. A week after the test I became a scorer.
Before starting work Kiki, Hank, Nora and I took a day trip to San Antonio for the first time ever. We went to the temple grounds, the Alamo, and the Riverwalk. It was a nearly perfect day.
Shortly after starting my job our car, "Ol Bessie," started to die on us. We thought we would have to shell out some 600 dollars to fix her enough to last until we could afford a new car. However, out of the kindness of his heart Charlies fixed it for us for free. He even bought the parts she needed. In a Haley Joel Osment manner he told us (well Kiki for was at work when this happened) to pay it forward.
