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[doodlemaier]

I have an interview for a part-time job at 3pm today. On Wednesday I had an interview for a part-time job, and they told me that they'd be in touch. This is all to supplement this part-time job at hospice, which has gone a long way lately to errode my faith and sense of commitment to them; as well, the job is low-energy and has become extremely boring for me. The upside being that it currently pays better than any of the other irons in the fire.

So, today, the director comes to me (the director, not the DB admin who's been feeding me the crap she gets fed to her from HR) and asks if I'd be interested in full-time work. I lied and said yes, but also told him of them impending part-time supplements in motion. He said he could have a definite anser for me by Monday (so you are my witnesses, now)

The trouble is that my patience and acceptance for Hospice has just bought me nothing but more 'hurry up and wait'. I've put these other things in motion trying to anticipate how things would unfold in the near future (read: Escape!)

How is that I push and push for so long with no results and then, suddenly, everything wants to happen at once?

Comments

[thefeline.livejournal.com]

Good luck with the interview!!

[(Anonymous)]

Can we go fishing?

[helcat.livejournal.com]

er, that was me. :)

I don't know . . .

[deansavatar.livejournal.com]

That's dangerously close to hunting and gathering . . .

Re: I don't know . . .

[helcat.livejournal.com]

I like fishing more than I like eating fish, though. So I think that's sports...

I figured as much . . .

[deansavatar.livejournal.com]

We have to get fishing licenses, and my pop's would proly let u borrow ome tackle. Where to go, where to go?

Fuck You, too!

[deansavatar.livejournal.com]

Okay, well I'm back from that shit, and almost out of the goob-suit. Once again, representative civilization (this time the minsitry of food distribution) under-values me and delays benefits hoping I will suffer illness or accident and die before they're required to give me whatever pay raise is obligated. I guess it's fate (or what?) that I'm consistently offered a $1/hour less than my minimum bid. I feel like I should waste no time in telling them to fuck themselves, but then what? Another empty promise from Hospice. . .no offer from the other places and I've have wasted that much more time/effort at square 1. I'm conditioned to view the world in terms of limitations rather than possibilities.

On a brighter note: Isn't the sky beautiful today?