7 posts tagged “jobs”

I started sneezing as soon as I crossed the border into Louisiana, and I stopped when I crossed back over eight hours later.  Huh.

Today was my orientation from the bank, and I had to drive, oh, an hour and a half each way to sit in a room with six other new hires and fill out paperwork.  Riveting.  But everyone was super friendly, I got a free lunch, and I'll be reimbursed for everything.  I start at my branch tomorrow.

Dad's test results came back today.  I got the news when I called my mom to tell her I was on my way back to Tyler.  It's not cancer.  It's a touch of pneumonia, and it's something he can beat.  He's fine, though I still have to keep pushing him to improve his lifestyle.  I may have to start force-feeding him.

I'm still recovering somewhat from Jessica's massive graduation kegger Saturday night.  I was all ready to take lots of incriminating photos.  I get to her house and realize that I've left my memory card at home.  F*ck.  Kristi and some guy named Mike took photos and promised to get them to me.  I got completely trashed on some odd combination of Miller Light, Shiner Bock, Red Bull and Vodka, and Sour Apple Puckers, then proceeded to tell stupid stories and take ten dozen trips to the bathroom, paranoid that the entire party was hovering outside the bathroom window trying to get a glance at my white Irish ass.  I smoked almost an entire pack of cigarettes between the hours of 8pm and 4am (when I had two left, they mysteriously disappeared and I don't know if they were stolen, or I inadvertently mistook them for Pocky and ate them.  It's a little blurry.), and now sound like one of Marge Simpson's sisters.  Scary stuff.  There was one almost-fight, one guy passed out in his car, one botched trip to the pub to "rescue" a douchebag, and a two-hour session of acoustic "jams".  Kumbaya, my ass.  All in all, it was quite a fun evening/morning.

I am so tired. 

Oh, and apparently, a large bird of prey decided that my helpless little car was the perfect spot for a drive-by shitting.  The pattern reminds me of a Spin-Out shirt I had in the fourth grade.

I suppose that since I've gone and peed in a cup for the bank, and received a package detailing my orientation on Monday, it is safe to say that I am now holding two jobs.  Wow.  I'm going to stay on at the music store until the fall, when I start school, but it'll mainly be on the weekends and bank holidays.  Hey, the extra money will be nice.  I need to start scraping enough together to get a place of my own.  With a roomie, of course. 

Speaking of roommates, I had another funny thing happen a few weeks ago.  I had a date with a guy.  He was a super-hot guy.  Ex-Marine, so on.  Way out of my league.  We went for drinks.  It was okay.  Turns out that Date Guy is not my type.  At all.  I'm sure he has a lot going for him, but...well, no.  *somewhere, Jess and Kristi are snickering, possibly pointing and laughing*

Days later, I get it into my head to drop by this roommate search site and see what is available in the area.  I type in some basic info (not my name, thank goodness) and I get ten or so results on the first page.  About three profiles down....

It's Date Guy. 

*facepalm*

It's a fucking small world.  I hate this town sometimes:)

I got the job.

*insert copious amounts of cackling and fist pumping*

I start Monday.

Definitely celebrating this weekend.  Who's with me?

...for the thoughts and the prayers, the calls and messages.  We all appreciate them, and I will keep everyone posted. 

Amidst all this craziness, I had a little victory today: I passed my ten-key test for the proof operator position at the bank.  I get roughly 7300 keystrokes an hour (the minimum required was 6200), and my error percentage was 2% (minimum required was anything less than 5%). They said I'd be getting an email with instructions on how to fill out the second application, and I guess I still have to go get drug-tested and oh, yeah, the little thing called an FBI background check.  Wow. 

Get this.  If I get the job (it's technically still an "if"), I get to sit in a big room on the third floor of the bank building near the Square(!!!!) with a bunch of other people and ten-key for a few hours a day.  No annoying customers, no returns/exchanges, no shoplifters, and I can listen to my mp3 player while I work.  The only downside I've heard is that I'll probably end up with a wrist brace:)  It's paradise for a little retail slave like me!

EDIT: I've got an interview tomorrow!!!  Hope I don't screw up or throw up; both are possible.

Okay, so I just sent in my resume and profile for a Proof Operator position at a local bank.  I'm hoping that this works out for several reasons:

- good pay
- great M-F evening schedule that will work nicely with school in the fall
- really cool coworkers
- opportunity for more hours if I so desire
- no more temping, unless I want the extra bit of money for now...but I don't know

I really need this job. Any good vibes, prayers, finger-crossing, etc. would be most welcome and appreciated.  I expect an answer in the next week or so, when the branch manager returns from vacation.

I've been thinking about school a lot lately...fall is not that far away.  I suppose I'll get my bearings when I meet with an advisor.  The question is:  what do I want to do?

There is one thing I want to end up with (an MLS), but several paths to take to get there.  I'd prefer to grab a BA in Anthropology, History, or English.  I don't know which one I want.  Anthropology is my top choice, but if I ended up teaching someday, would it be better to stick to one of the others? 

All I know for sure is that I am so ready to get this show on the road.  I've neglected my education for too long, for stupid reasons.  I put it off and put it off because I couldn't figure out what I (or everyone else, for that matter) wanted to do.  Money or happiness?  Stability or creativity?  Wants or needs? 

Isn't there a way to have it all?

I can't believe I've neglected my lists for so long!  Here's a list of things that I've realized about my hometown.  Some good, some bad...

#1) Damn.  There Are No Fucking Jobs In This Place.  Two weeks I've been hunting, filling out applications, calling back to inquire about openings, and nobody has called back.  Shit.  I knew this would happen.  I have enough money to pay my cell phone bill and car insurance, but that's it.  Looks like ramen for me, pals.  That leads me to...

#2) Things Cost More In Texas Than I Thought.  The car registration, the insurance, the inspection, food, and since we live on the other damn side of town than everything else in it, I waste a lot of time and gas to get from Point A to Point B.

#3) There's a Lot to Do Here.  Granted, I love the bookstore (and it loves meeee!), but the gym, the pub, the new theatre, new friends' houses, old friends' houses, my brother's work pals' get togethers...they're all FUN.  And I know people.  Granted, I might end up running into someone I can't stand, but eh, it's a risk I take.

#4) Tyler Is a Great Place to People-Watch.  I went to lunch at McAllister's (OMG DROOL) the other day before meeting a friend, and it dawned on me that I have never eaten in a restaurant alone.  Ever.  It was surprisingly interesting, and I enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the lunchtime crowd, listening to the group of mothers talking about their children, the two men in business suits chuckling over the contents of a folder.   I felt more at peace than I had in days.

#5) JACK IS BAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!  Oh, hey, I didn't know he left.

#6) It's Cold.  Really, really cold.  It got up to 60 yesterday and I rejoiced in the knowledge that I could wear a short-sleeved shirt if I wanted to.  Oh, but worry not, it'll be back down into the 30s and raining by Tuesday.  I have a damn picture, but the laptop won't take my damn memory card, so it'll have to wait until I turn on the other computer, burn a copy to disk, bring it to the laptop, and upload it.  Later.

#7) Tylerites Are Damned Fine Drivers.  After living in Retirementville for so long, it's nice to see a little more sense on the road.

I'm running out of list ideas.  Any suggestions?