Where Is The Ritual

[needlesharing]

I got hired for a new job today. After walking out of the interview I dismissed it as a total loss and 30 minutes later I got a called with an offer to my surprise and accepted. I had to go through some hurdles. I had to be finger printed and I had to consent to a background check, credit check, get a drug screening which most of those things I would normally consider excessive. The company is in the security industry. They manufacture and sell all sorts of shit like the wrap for armored cars, bullet proof glass, Kevlar vest, batons, rifle scopes, gun cleaning kits, lights for police cars, finger print detecting dust, evidence collecting tape, DNA kits, even latex gloves among about a million other things. They split off into departments for like military/warfare, armed services/police, forensics, etc. I will be working in the forensics department, woohoo, as a class II, whatever that means, I guess a step below management because class I is managers. I'll do some inventory control, setting up of new accounts, desk work basically. They have bitchin' benefits, the pay is a wee bit below what I REALLY wanted to make but its more than I have ever been paid salary before and apparently hiring someone outside the company for any Class II position is unheard of, which is of course, because they hadn't met me before. Haha...kidding. A bitch has got to be able to represent. Monday morning I start training. I feel relieved in some ways but mostly apathetic. I think this happens to me every time I start a new job though.

It's in a weird location for me, I'll have to find a new gym probably which strangely kind of fucking irks me because I actually really love my gym and its ever so nifty ab and ass sculpting machines that I haven't seen any where else. When I get ready to move it also kind of queers my plans to live on the side of town I wanted to live on but hey, whatev...*sigh*

I think I am going to give myself a pedicure because my feet are unhappy and my toenails have little random sized chips of blue-black nail lacquer left from a millennium ago.

I don't want this week to get away from me and disappear but at the same time I can't fucking wait for the weekend.