interview day
Well...... today I got to interview for the job I currently have, and what do ya know I'm qualified. It made me feel a little humiliated. No raise, still on nights, don't know what my schedule will eventually look like. Say hello to the new boss same as the old boss.
My father is a delivery man for a local printing co. and happened to deliver to St. Francis today. He was approached by a person who asked him if he knew antone who wanted to be a nurse. He told this person about me, and this person said "A guy?! Great send him over." My father then explained that I could not quit my job to go to school, To which they replied " I'm sure that we could arrange to get him a suitable job here to get him through." Food for thought.
I will not get to stay Friday night at the camp out I am going to this weekend, because on Saturday I have to be in Bellevue for a training class for this new company. I get to do this for free also WOOHOO!!. Even though I could probably teach the class myself.
All of this is very frustrating because I need to get certain thing in my life squared away before I can restart my life with my hobie the SCA. I hate to half ass anything, this goes double for things that I care about. I had been half assing my commitment to the fighting in the SCA, So I scaled it back til it was almost nonexistent (I could not quit it like I should because I love it so much), but I still feel like I'm half assing it. But when I do finally get my life/job reset I hope my friends who are fighters are prepared, because I will probably be a pain in the ass doing all that I can to catch up for lost time. When I cut back on the commitment to the fighting I did so with great reluctance because I was just beginning to see what was on the next level, I was not there but I could see it, and I was excited about all there was to know, to learn, to do. At first it was just fun to hit your friends with sticks, now that is not enough for me. I never have or will ever look for the accolades that some people strive for ( If I'm not the king and a knight and a laural by christmas I'll just die!) that has never been me. Not that having goals is a bad thing, but my goals are more personal (just defeat one more person in this tournament/melee, try to do this feast a little better than the last, meet two new people at this event) small steps, things that are a little more manageable. Climb enough mole hills and you can reach the stars. GOD where did that come from! If some one else had assaulted me with that garbage I would have asked them to go shoot themselves and save me the trouble.
Any way, job sucks, but might get better. Who knows.