Oh, yeah. I win at life!!
Guess who's going to be writing for the Benton paper starting on Monday?
It finally happened. FINALLY. After months of being completely and totally fucked in every aspect of my life, I finally caught a fucking break.
I didn't want to say anything this time until I knew for absolute certainty (especially given my track record here), but my patience has paid off. AND just so we all know, this isn't the same asshole that screwed me last time. If he would have called me, I'd have told him to kiss my ass. Quite frankly, I wouldn't piss on the man if he were on fire.
I'd have wanted the job, of course, but it's a matter of self-respect.
Fortunately, he left back in May.
I thought I'd totally blown the interview, this morning, too. It could have gone so much better. But I was caught off guard because who I'd told was going to be interviewing me wasn't who interviewed me. That I could deal with, but he didn't really talk to me the whole time. He spent most of the time reading my writing samples.
It was tense. And strange. And I got the distinct impression that he was a little put off by my lack of experience. To make matters worse, I totally froze, here. I knew what I wanted to say: What I lack in experience, I more than make up for in determination and sheer nerve. That I'm a quick study, willing to learn anything. Willing to DO anything to get the job done and done right.
The words stuck in my throat, and I couldn't get anything out. I was so pissed at myself when it was over.
Then, I had a completely crappy day at work. I had all of two tables before I was cut (we were soooo dead today), and one of them stiffed me.
Bitches.
All I wanted to do was go home and cry and pretend this whole day never happened.
BUT, for some reason I decided to take a quick detour by the paper to see if Areia would have time to step out for a quick smoke break with me. Then, I could tell her how much I fail at life, and get ideas how to save my ass in my follow-up email.
Anyway, she comes outside all smiles, and says "Oh, if you've got a minute, Justin wants to give you a job now."
I haven't spontaneously hugged someone like that in forever. ^_^
So yeah, I go in on Wednesday (when I'm off at Patti's) to fill out the paperwork and get settled in to my computer and desk and such (I have a desk!), and sort of get acclimated to the environment so I don't start completely cold, and then Monday morning I start fully.
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
They're really cool about working with me on scheduling, too. He told me if I needed more time to get things worked out with Patti's that would be fine. I'm still going to work there; I'm just going to have to drop down to part time.
He made me feel really good, too. He thanked me for being willing to stick with them after all the bullshit Dale put me through. "You've been jerked around long enough."
^_^ I can't believe it. I have a job. A REAL job.
Life, it seems, is actually good.
Peace, all.
It finally happened. FINALLY. After months of being completely and totally fucked in every aspect of my life, I finally caught a fucking break.
I didn't want to say anything this time until I knew for absolute certainty (especially given my track record here), but my patience has paid off. AND just so we all know, this isn't the same asshole that screwed me last time. If he would have called me, I'd have told him to kiss my ass. Quite frankly, I wouldn't piss on the man if he were on fire.
I'd have wanted the job, of course, but it's a matter of self-respect.
Fortunately, he left back in May.
I thought I'd totally blown the interview, this morning, too. It could have gone so much better. But I was caught off guard because who I'd told was going to be interviewing me wasn't who interviewed me. That I could deal with, but he didn't really talk to me the whole time. He spent most of the time reading my writing samples.
It was tense. And strange. And I got the distinct impression that he was a little put off by my lack of experience. To make matters worse, I totally froze, here. I knew what I wanted to say: What I lack in experience, I more than make up for in determination and sheer nerve. That I'm a quick study, willing to learn anything. Willing to DO anything to get the job done and done right.
The words stuck in my throat, and I couldn't get anything out. I was so pissed at myself when it was over.
Then, I had a completely crappy day at work. I had all of two tables before I was cut (we were soooo dead today), and one of them stiffed me.
Bitches.
All I wanted to do was go home and cry and pretend this whole day never happened.
BUT, for some reason I decided to take a quick detour by the paper to see if Areia would have time to step out for a quick smoke break with me. Then, I could tell her how much I fail at life, and get ideas how to save my ass in my follow-up email.
Anyway, she comes outside all smiles, and says "Oh, if you've got a minute, Justin wants to give you a job now."
I haven't spontaneously hugged someone like that in forever. ^_^
So yeah, I go in on Wednesday (when I'm off at Patti's) to fill out the paperwork and get settled in to my computer and desk and such (I have a desk!), and sort of get acclimated to the environment so I don't start completely cold, and then Monday morning I start fully.
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
They're really cool about working with me on scheduling, too. He told me if I needed more time to get things worked out with Patti's that would be fine. I'm still going to work there; I'm just going to have to drop down to part time.
He made me feel really good, too. He thanked me for being willing to stick with them after all the bullshit Dale put me through. "You've been jerked around long enough."
^_^ I can't believe it. I have a job. A REAL job.
Life, it seems, is actually good.
Peace, all.