"I'm addicted to the job search," I said to my girlfriend, glancing quickly at the open browser window dialed to the craigslist job postings. Admin assistants, nurses, egg donors, painters, drivers, teachers, and food servers. I've applied for almost all of those positions, and see the new postings as nothing but echoes of those before. I hardly click on anything that doesn't sound like an ideal job. Editing positions, transcribers... Now that I have two jobs, I can start aiming higher again. You don't jump from a plane without a parachute on.
I got called from a workman's comp investigation firm where I'd work in a cubicle transcribing audio reports and editing the information. It sounds like maddening, mindless, tedious work. It sounds like the kind of job where I'd lose a little of my soul each day. But it sounds like it's right up my alley. I love writing. It's where I feel the most like myself. So having a job where I write all day, where I listen to non-fiction stories of real-life events and translate them into text and get paid sounds pretty good to me. It beats staying trapped in coffee. I would do this job. If it makes me more money than two coffee-shops, including tips, then yes, I will do this.
The pre-interview phone chat with Emily was odd. I think I did better on the phone with her than I did with Dominic from American Income, and Dominic still called me back. Albeit, the thing was likely a scam, but he still called me, and I was Mr. Insecure Mumble-Saurus during that fiasco. At least this time I could finish a full sentence and make a complete thought. And you wonder why I prefer writing? Anyway, the pre-interview didn't leave me feeling all that excited. I'm not looking forward to having to quit either coffee-shop, mainly because I'll feel like such an asshole, but I will if I have to, and something tells me that pretty soon I'm gonna have to. I'm scheduled for an interview tomorrow with Jealousy Catering at 11:00am. If they pay more than 11, I might consider it.
Michelle, from Fair Oaks, seemed pissy about me only being available three days a week. Linda was the one who verified this, so if the owner is okay with it, I'm okay with it. Now I'm officially working Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Wednesday at Old Soul. Good shifts. Good people. I really like that place a lot. Even at eight bucks per hour. The tips average between 25 and 35 per day. Me likey. What Michelle's abrupt attitude change hints, however, is that I'm probably not going to get along with her very well anymore. At least everyone else seems to like me. I was always good at winning over the people, not the ruling class.
In other news, the music video is moving along. This thing has become much larger than I anticipated. Now we're filming at a mansion, I'm supposed to go "scout" this mansion with Doug next week, we're talking about green screens, lighting, and promotions. We have a make-up artist (for the two dancers). We are actually doing this. The shooting dates are June 23 - June 25. I work those days, obviously. I work every day for the rest of however long I can stand. Thankfully Doug is more of the "director," so he's cool with me leaving early or showing up late (as I hope Raquela will be, too) and I'm planning to shine with the editing, anyhow. My official title is Videographer. Neat.
AJ and I had a moment. After leaving a plastic water bowl in Banjo's crate, the puppy tore it to shreds and ingested a large quantity of plastic causing AJ to panic for his safety and lecture me about canine welfare. Her frustration was completely warranted. I, however, have been so preoccupied with the complete rearrangement of my life, that I admitted to being otherwise blind to the rest of the world, including Banjo, including AJ. So we talked it out last night and confessed our frustrations with the way things have been going, but both recognizing that there's not much of a choice when it comes to wishing for the past. I am in a state of chaotic change and personal frustrations, which has put me in a very detached mood--although I do always try to smile. AJ, in the meantime, continues her usual schedule and is, comparatively, completely fine. We're okay now. We've promised to keep each other more up-to-date about our mentality and our feelings. We've promised to work on it.
I shift my attention, now, to my oldest passion. Writing. It's about time I get as serious about writing as I became about videography. I know I can get myself published if I work at it the way I did about finding a job. Look at me now: I have two.
Oh, and I was denied unemployment. Mike, you bastard.
That's it for now.
- Left to Fry
I got called from a workman's comp investigation firm where I'd work in a cubicle transcribing audio reports and editing the information. It sounds like maddening, mindless, tedious work. It sounds like the kind of job where I'd lose a little of my soul each day. But it sounds like it's right up my alley. I love writing. It's where I feel the most like myself. So having a job where I write all day, where I listen to non-fiction stories of real-life events and translate them into text and get paid sounds pretty good to me. It beats staying trapped in coffee. I would do this job. If it makes me more money than two coffee-shops, including tips, then yes, I will do this.
The pre-interview phone chat with Emily was odd. I think I did better on the phone with her than I did with Dominic from American Income, and Dominic still called me back. Albeit, the thing was likely a scam, but he still called me, and I was Mr. Insecure Mumble-Saurus during that fiasco. At least this time I could finish a full sentence and make a complete thought. And you wonder why I prefer writing? Anyway, the pre-interview didn't leave me feeling all that excited. I'm not looking forward to having to quit either coffee-shop, mainly because I'll feel like such an asshole, but I will if I have to, and something tells me that pretty soon I'm gonna have to. I'm scheduled for an interview tomorrow with Jealousy Catering at 11:00am. If they pay more than 11, I might consider it.
Michelle, from Fair Oaks, seemed pissy about me only being available three days a week. Linda was the one who verified this, so if the owner is okay with it, I'm okay with it. Now I'm officially working Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Wednesday at Old Soul. Good shifts. Good people. I really like that place a lot. Even at eight bucks per hour. The tips average between 25 and 35 per day. Me likey. What Michelle's abrupt attitude change hints, however, is that I'm probably not going to get along with her very well anymore. At least everyone else seems to like me. I was always good at winning over the people, not the ruling class.
In other news, the music video is moving along. This thing has become much larger than I anticipated. Now we're filming at a mansion, I'm supposed to go "scout" this mansion with Doug next week, we're talking about green screens, lighting, and promotions. We have a make-up artist (for the two dancers). We are actually doing this. The shooting dates are June 23 - June 25. I work those days, obviously. I work every day for the rest of however long I can stand. Thankfully Doug is more of the "director," so he's cool with me leaving early or showing up late (as I hope Raquela will be, too) and I'm planning to shine with the editing, anyhow. My official title is Videographer. Neat.
AJ and I had a moment. After leaving a plastic water bowl in Banjo's crate, the puppy tore it to shreds and ingested a large quantity of plastic causing AJ to panic for his safety and lecture me about canine welfare. Her frustration was completely warranted. I, however, have been so preoccupied with the complete rearrangement of my life, that I admitted to being otherwise blind to the rest of the world, including Banjo, including AJ. So we talked it out last night and confessed our frustrations with the way things have been going, but both recognizing that there's not much of a choice when it comes to wishing for the past. I am in a state of chaotic change and personal frustrations, which has put me in a very detached mood--although I do always try to smile. AJ, in the meantime, continues her usual schedule and is, comparatively, completely fine. We're okay now. We've promised to keep each other more up-to-date about our mentality and our feelings. We've promised to work on it.
I shift my attention, now, to my oldest passion. Writing. It's about time I get as serious about writing as I became about videography. I know I can get myself published if I work at it the way I did about finding a job. Look at me now: I have two.
Oh, and I was denied unemployment. Mike, you bastard.
That's it for now.
- Left to Fry
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