Thursday, September 10, 2009

Part VII - Connections

I really didn't want to get out of bed this morning, and I suspect I'll be dealing with a lot of that for a long time.  I had an early appointment with a client.  I'm tired of freelance work.  It's just becoming more stressful, especially as the dollar amounts go higher, and I still end up barely making enough for how much time it takes.  I think I just want steady income.  I don't mind the daily grind, and the certainty might be exactly what I need to get my head together.

I had an appointment at Ohio Citizen Action today to fill out an application, followed by a brief interview.  They're looking for canvassers to go around signing people up in opposition to mountain top removal mining.  They pay $375 a week, and it's Monday - Friday, 2pm - 10pm.  I'd still be able to maintain about 20 hours a week at TBNK, and make a decent buck.  Tomorrow is my "volunteer day," where I go through the motions to see if they like me, and if I like the work.  I'm not being picky, and I hope I can start for real Monday.

I checked my email later, and I had a request from Macy's (with whom I had recently applied) to schedule a phone interview.  The earliest slot was 3:30, so I took it.  While I waited, I applied for a few other jobs.  Then the phone rang.

I have to say it went well.  I have a face-to-face interview Monday at 10:30 am with the Hiring Manager.  I need to be on my A game.  I need this gig for my own survival: emotional, mental, and physical.  Having something to be optimistic about has really improved my mood today.  Hasn't been a ton of good news, lately.  I ate a bit of food, and feel what could almost be described as "okay."  Of course, it only seems "okay" relative to how it's been, but it's a start.

Nancy wants to talk later, to "iron some things out."  I don't know what that means, but I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.  In the meantime, I'd love to know why my phone, which works in the basement in Greenwich Village, doesn't work in the heart of Blue Ash.

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