I got a job as confectioner, I picked this job because I love sweets and when I found out what a confectioner was I was bouncing off the walls excited. I just started living with my new boss. It was easy to get this job I have do do a little light housekeeping, but I have a house. My first day in Boston was so chaotic its not even funny. I have to wake up so so early and get to the shop by 6:30 blah. I work from 6:30 am to 5:30 pm every day except Sunday for their church,which I do not attend. At the shop I manage the counter and I sold 3 containers of rat poison and worked up a conversation with the guy who owns the Inn. Then after lunch I sweep the shop which isn't to big, thankfully, then I go back to the counter and around 3:30 I leave to go clean the house, at 4:30 I watch the kids while Mrs. Confectioner goes to make dinner. At 5:30 we eat and I go hang with my friends who also have apprentice ships all over. On Sundays I clean the house while the family goes to church, after I clean I make a big Sunday breakfast for them when they come back. After that the Mr and Mrs. Confectioner hang back at the house while I take the kids to the park or whatever. At lunch time we come back and I get groceries for the family and come back, I watch the kids again while the parents attend a politics or Parliment meeting and that stuff. After they get back (around 8:30)
We all go to bed (me and the kids) And then, the week repeats all over again
We all go to bed (me and the kids) And then, the week repeats all over again