After three and a half weeks of deliberation, trial-and-error, and good ol' fashioned elbow grease, things are finally coming together. I will be moving into my new... errr... old digs this weekend, thus releasing me from the talons of my parent's house, AND I've managed to con[vince] someone to hire me. Well, two people actually... I guess when it rains, it pours.
Both jobs are Mon-Fri, and both pay enough that I can actually afford to have a life (which rocks). 1) I can work construction: remodelling houses for a company owned by one of my parents nieghbors that I used to sit their three boys when I was in high school. I know some of you are confused by this prospect of C.J. babysitting something that continued to live or remained un-traumatized after I was done. All I have to say in response is that I'm sorry I can't always live up to my reputation. I also know many of you are like "C.J.? Construction? WTF?!". Yeah, well... you can't deny that it pays well, and you also can't argue with a set schedule. Plus it beats being stuck behind a desk 40 hours a week.
is working in the Borders in Bowie as an Inventory Supervisor. First of all... w00t Borders!!! Yet... b00 Bowie. Also, the hours are 6am-2pm. So... I get to kill myself trying to drive to work every weekday in my sleep, but at the same time... Borders, w00t!! Plus the job puts me there 3 hours before ANY customers arrive AND I get to spend nearly all of my time in the backroom. Aside from the hellish morning adjustment, I'm pretty much getting all the benefits of retail (aka discount, laid back environment, 'interesting' co-workers) without the major stresses (customers, sales goals, unpredictable schedule).
So, don't expect any rage-driven rants for a while... unless something happens to my curent situation...