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Now I remember why my last series of Annie Rides The Bus died a swift death: because when I got home, I was too tired to sit and type out the events of my day. It started out so well intentioned, and I had an office for a few weeks to work out of, so I was able to type throughout the day since I didn't do anything, so when I got home it was only a matter of hitting "Post" and I was done. Now I not only have to remember the memorable things from the course of the day (or read them from the note I try to make in my phone), but I have to find the energy to sit and type it out. Luckily, tonight I find myself wide awake (thanks, daylight savings!) and staring at a sleeping boyfriend on web cam (thanks, Sharif!) so I have plenty of time to sit down and recap the past few days.
I realized that I never actually explained what I am doing now. Long story short, the guy I worked with at my internship over the summer left the agency he was at and started a new one and saved me a job for when I graduated. My title is Case Manager, meaning that I meet with the clients anywhere from one a week to once a month to help them find jobs or housing or school or court requirements or whatever. I basically do all the non-chemical dependency stuff. Good things about this job: it's paid employment, it's in the field that I think I want to work in, I get free coffee and cappuccinos, the commute is really easy, the building is nice. Bad things about this job: I have to dress up, I have to wear dress shoes, my feet are covered in blisters from wearing dress shoes from dressing up, I don't have my own desk/work space yet (but will in three weeks). All in all, I am really enjoying it so far and am so so so grateful to have a job right now, especially right after graduating.
Over the summer, I was excited to be riding the bus because I envisioned taking buses through the U-District and seeing cute boys and wearing unique outfits so when the cute boys saw me back, they could put I Saw You ads in The Stranger and make my day. In actuality, my bus skimmed an edge of the U-District and it involved a lot more old people than strapping young men. This time around, since I am not on the visual pursuit of cute boys, I am able to open my eyes to all the crazy people my new bus commute is full of. For example, just the other day I was sitting a few seats away from a woman wearing a head scarf, bright red lipstick, and covered her face with a folded paper bag the entire ride. My weekend also started on Thursday with getting hit on by the old drunk riding into downtown. It was 5'o'clock somewhere.
I realized that I never actually explained what I am doing now. Long story short, the guy I worked with at my internship over the summer left the agency he was at and started a new one and saved me a job for when I graduated. My title is Case Manager, meaning that I meet with the clients anywhere from one a week to once a month to help them find jobs or housing or school or court requirements or whatever. I basically do all the non-chemical dependency stuff. Good things about this job: it's paid employment, it's in the field that I think I want to work in, I get free coffee and cappuccinos, the commute is really easy, the building is nice. Bad things about this job: I have to dress up, I have to wear dress shoes, my feet are covered in blisters from wearing dress shoes from dressing up, I don't have my own desk/work space yet (but will in three weeks). All in all, I am really enjoying it so far and am so so so grateful to have a job right now, especially right after graduating.
Over the summer, I was excited to be riding the bus because I envisioned taking buses through the U-District and seeing cute boys and wearing unique outfits so when the cute boys saw me back, they could put I Saw You ads in The Stranger and make my day. In actuality, my bus skimmed an edge of the U-District and it involved a lot more old people than strapping young men. This time around, since I am not on the visual pursuit of cute boys, I am able to open my eyes to all the crazy people my new bus commute is full of. For example, just the other day I was sitting a few seats away from a woman wearing a head scarf, bright red lipstick, and covered her face with a folded paper bag the entire ride. My weekend also started on Thursday with getting hit on by the old drunk riding into downtown. It was 5'o'clock somewhere.