Apparently, 2004 is the Year of the Hiatus. So sorry, I shall try to do better.
Meanwhile, I landed myself a new gig just when the bank account hit critical point and I was beginning to feel my dreams spinning away from me. As part of the newfound "suck it up and deal" attitude, I attacked the job market with a mile spanning net, basically not giving a shit what it was (except for the "gentlesman's club seeking receptionist ad" perhaps. I gotta admit though, I did pause for a moment) as long as the pay was decent and I have workplace net access to complain on IM if it's too mind-numbing. I got into a groove where I made sending out resumes and interviewing into a science and finally I got the callback. Pay me a nice amount of money to sit around an office and do mostly no-brainer bullshit? Yes, please. I'll take a big helping. It's just a contract job -- how long exactly I'll find out on Tuesday, my first day. All I know is I now get to make the hour+ commute to the Financial District bright and early and I'm doing something related to insurance. It's all good as far as I'm concerned. It's a time and pockets padding job, not a career. It's all about the savings. And the new apartment. And the birthday festivities.
Slightly amusing, in that "isn't that a bitch?" sort of way is the fact that all of these other opportunities are coming out of the woodwork. If it would've been a week ago, I would've been totally stoked, but now that I've got the choice between yet another potential wild goose chase and a solid gig for the moment, I don't want to flake off and run. Bills do not pay themselves, you know? My approach is I'll send off my resumes to these new potentials and play it by ear from there. It's always great to know someone's thinking of you, even if the timing is kinda off.
Operation Resolutions is still mostly on track. It's all about the focus, man.
Posted by Candicissima at January 18, 2004 06:52 PM