Ooooh yeah. I may have forgotten to mention something. I’ve been so wrapped up in the “I’m-not-a-coke-head” debacle and furiously updating my twitter with crap that no one cares to read I guess my poor little blog just slipped my mind. Yeah yeah I know. I can write about drugs, sex and dancing but I forget about this. Shows where my mind really is.. haha.
I. Am. Employed. Again. Times 2.
Yuup. I’m employed. I am yet again a productive member of society and am yet again paying the big bad ole government a big chunk of my paychecks towards taxes. (Speaking of Taxes. ROUND LAKE BEACH, do yah think since I pay so damned much you couldn’t I don’t know… at least fill the 30 pot holes on my street? I bent a rim… AGAIN. FIX IT!)
I am productivity in a cute, adorable, punch you in the throat kind of package.
So I had a few interviews the week before last and I was trying not to get myself psyched up. The interviews I had before that were horrendous letdowns (that resulted in numerous bottles of wine consumed) so I really didn’t want to get my hopes up.
The first one was for the job I wanted. Job A. Reception, good pay, stable company, 9-3 M-F. The interview went great, especially considering that the manager and I spent more time talking about venues in Chicago and GWAR than the job. I was jonesin’ for the job. Bad.
The second one turned out for a severely part time job. Like 7 hours a week. I turned it down.
The Third one… I didn’t know what I was walking into. I had no clue. I just accepted the interview because I figured “Hey I’m already putting myself through two, why not suffer one more time?” Receptionist, “interesting company” (ie: I’ve gotten jobs offered by them I think 3 times now), 9-4 M-F, mediocre pay. I walked in. Laughed when I realized where I was, then accepted the job.
A couple days later Job A turned me down. It was between me and another woman and I think her resume was more uh… professional than mine. It bummed me out, but I had a job so it wasn’t a HUGE deal.
So this job of mine. It’s actually pretty fun. Really easy. I basically act as an HR receptionist and call people to schedule interviews. I am doing great. The boss is tolerating me playing house music, ODing on caffeine and basically annoying him constantly. It’s definitely not a bad job.
Wednesday. I get a phone call. I’m at work, but hey, I answer because I’m just that much of an awesome employee. It was job A. He offers me the job. I tell him I’ll call him back the next day after speaking with my boss.
Needless to say? 2 jobs. I’m proud of myself, but quite honestly worried about whether or not I’m overloading myself.
My schedule is as follows.
Monday: 9am-3pm @ Job A – 3:30pm-7/8pm @ Job B
Tuesday: 9am-3pm @ Job A – 3:30pm-7/8pm @ Job B
Wednesday – Friday: 9am-3pm @ Job A
Sunday: 12pm-5pm (ish) @ Job B
I’m sure I’ll be fine. I could use the money, but quite honestly, I am wondering how long it’ll take me to meltdown from Job B. Or show up on Sundays hungover and bitchy. Like last Friday.