Moving on up

Today, pretty much out of the great big old blue I got a phone call from an old boss offering me a position at her friends company. At first, skepticism set in. I mean why of all people would you call me, especially since we haven't bridged the communication gap for several months. All doubts were eliminated when the magical words "fifteen dollars per hour" came out of her mouth. To a college student that's gold, it sure as hell beats minimum wage anyway. The catch? I haven't figured that out quite yet, though I'm sure it will be revealed promptly upon my arrival Friday morning. Maybe mountains of paperwork, hours of data entry, or endless phone calls from disgruntled customers await, ahh the joys of being an office whore. Whatever it is I'll do it with a smile on my face because for the magical price of fifteen dollars an hour I'll do pretty much anything short of cleaning toilet bowls.

It's back to corporate America for me. Time to pull out the thick skin suit and to deal with overly pompous, alligator shoe wearing, yacht owning business men. So you might imagine that after four weeks of tireless job hunting I've found a speckle of relief, not that I have any right to speak so soon as my bank account is looking a little hungry and probably won't be properly feed for another few weeks. You have got to love past due bills and nagging credit card collectors. For the moment my parents are off my case, but I'm sure that will end by tomorrow as they always manage to find reason to criticize me. I have however eased them into the idea of loaning me the down payment for a new car and if you knew my parents, you'd readily realize that's a big deal. I'm not betting on anything yet, as must things in my family should be considered on a "believe it when you see it" contingent.

So wish me luck or something...