It's Raining, it's Pouring... Jobs.
So
the last time I was up north, I was workin’ hard
just to try and get eye contact anywhere. I was
driving around thinking “Man, I should’ve been a
doctor or something,” wondering what kind of
ditches I was going to have to dig to get up to
where I wanted to be.
3 weeks later, and suddenly, the landscape has changed drastically. I don’t want to get too excited about it, as I feel that the mere mention of this good fortune may be enough to completely jinx this vibe and send me plummeting downhill like Rosie O’Donnell in a Radio Flyer Wagon on a road greased with butter. But here it goes, huh?
They’ve not all been winners, but enough have that I’m happy. I got a call early in the week for an interview that there was no chance of me making, and quite honestly I didn’t want to. But then I heard back from an employment agency I’ve been working with; a local home improvement supply company has 3 openings, and they’d like to interview me. Downside: their sales. Upside: it could blossom into more, and even if it doesn’t, at least I’m up there – it’s a lot easier to interview from 15 miles away than from 800. Anyways. We set up an interview for Monday. Yes!
So since I’m up there anyway, I figure I’ll call my Walgreens contact, let them know I’m in the area, see if they want to do the second interview maybe on Tuesday since I’ll be in town. Fantastic, they’d love to see me! Alright! Things are going well now, right?
But it gets better. I have applied to the County offices for some open positions, and today when the mail arrived, there was a mailer informing they’d like to interview me for one of those jobs I submitted for! Yeah, this is freaking awesome.
Now let’s all cross our fingers, toes, legs & arms; pray; and make threatening phone calls if necessary. Wish me Luck. With a Capital "L." Call in favors. Do what you need to do. Dammit, we need me to land a good gig up there. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry…
Peace.