Jun 21, 2004 18:00
Um, I got a job. Reporting. 26K salary plus benefits. In Chelsea. I start July 1st and have my drug test on Thursday. It should be a really good job -- I'll be the only reporter covering the Chelsea community, I'll be doing layout and taking photographs -- it'll basically be like having my own paper. Lots and lots of work, but high reward, hopefully. I figure it's something I can do for six months. Or longer.
For anyone who wonders, the apparent way to go about getting a job is by not actually applying for it.
The first person I called to celebrate after I hung up the phone was Mark. Then I realized he's not around anymore (his cell phone doesn't work from camp), and I called my parents. It was a sad moment.
Things are real weird right now.