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The Other Other Shoe

I have a job! And a stove! I'm probably happier about the job, though. Especially since the oven on the stove doesn't work, rather neatly making about three quarters of the weight Mom and Creepy Bachelor Friend lugged into my basement (and the guilt trip that got laid on me by the former when I wasn't quick enough to make my useless contribution by holding open a door that stays open on its own) entirely useless.

The job, on the other hand, entails transcribing open-ended responses from phone interviews and focus groups for a market research company. In other words, I get to correct the hideous grammar of the general population, and the equally hideous spelling of the sorts of people who used to work with me at Ipsos-Reid. I'm actualluy kind of looking forward to it. The sole real downside at this point is that I don't start until the end of the month. But I took it anyways, because given the luck I've been having on my job search this summer, it was spectacularly unlikely that I'd find any better of a job in time to start any sooner.

It is also possible that this is the sort of job that I could work on a casual (certainly more casual than my last school-year part-time job), part-time basis during the school year for some extra money, especially given the bizarre schedule I have for next year that involves my going home at 2PM three days a week (and 6-9PM the other two days, but never mind that). Mom will hate the idea. Mom doesn't have to know. I haven't really decided yet anyway. I'm not thrilled about the idea of working during school considering how it worked out last time, but if I can keep my hours down (and not hate the job with the fury of a thousand dying stars like last time), I should be able to manage it, and Goddess knows I could use the money. Really, Ipsos isn't to blame for my hideous second-year grades. I am. So. We shall see.

Amusingly enough, now that I have a job offer, I can presumably get some assistance from AHRE to help with the month until my first paycheque. That is, of course, if I go obtain written confirmation of said offer from my new boss, and book an intake appointment with the notoriously backlogged AHRE case workers, and jump through all the attendant bureaucratic hoops. Really, I would just as soon not deal with any of this if at all possible. That's one way to save money on social programs, no? Make them frustrating enough that nobody bothers. I have food, especially since Mom did some grocery shopping when she arrived. I'm sufficiently caught up with my bills to deal, generally. I think. I may suck it up and deal anyway, in the end. Next step is to deal with school. That means student loan application, confirmation deposits, securing my recommendation letters for the law school applications, et cetera, et cetera.

Still, right now I feel like my life is back on a proper track. Now if I can only keep from going on a killing spree.



( Walk among 2 shadows — Cast a shadow )
Jul. 18th, 2006 06:37 pm (UTC)
Congrats man!

Jul. 19th, 2006 02:47 am (UTC)
w2g! gg! wtfbbq! etc!

And, on another note... EVERYTHING is Ipsos' fault. Without exception. Even the lack of WMDs and the Christmas Tsunami were, in some way, the fault of IR. You just have to look hard enough.

Now, does this new job mean you're going to turn into a grammar nazi, or are we still free to missspellt stuf wheenevr we fele liek it?
( Walk among 2 shadows — Cast a shadow )