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Well, THIS was completely unexpected.
Wednesday (yesterday from this entry's date) was a very busy day for me. I had my usual meeting with my counselor in the late afternoon, an appointment at my garage about a car issue at 12:30p, and an interview for a job at 10:00a.
I thought I was ready for the interview that morning, but after getting outside of the city limits, I realized I forgot to bring my resume with me (that was specifically requested). Turned around back to the city, got my resume, then drove back for the interview. I had JUST made it with a few minutes to spare. Part of the way through my interview, my phone started ringing. So much for remembering to mute it before the interview. I knew it was a garbage call anyway (only two people I know ever call on my cellphone, so the vast majority of the time it's just another spam call). After ignoring the call, the rest of the interview went (I felt) rather well. So it was back home afterward (to realize my belt was still hanging on my trouser hanger...I never put it on. So much for looking professional) and wait the hour or so for my car appointment.
The reason for taking my car to the shop is because I had been smelling gasoline every so often when I drive, so I wanted to see what the issue was. The mechanic took a look and said, "Geez, Punk, you should have had this car towed here. The fuel lines are all rotted and corroded from the fuel tank to the engine. It was even dripping in the engine compartment. I'm surprised you didn't have a fire. We'll have to replace all the lines including the filter." THAT bill came to a grand total of $645. Yes. For fuel lines. The fun part was I only had a little over $500 in my checking account, so I had to put it on my credit card.
Y'know, if I was actually a talented furry and had some sort of marketable skill, I would have opened for commissions to help defray some of the cost of the repair. But I'm not, and I don't, so I can't. Moving on...
As for the meeting with my counselor, it was the usual catching up on what was going on and giving me advice on easing my depression.
ANYWAY, I told you that story to tell you this one.
I spent this morning trying to figure out how I'm going to pay off the car repair and still have enough money for the rest of my budget. Around noon, I get a call from the person who interviewed me yesterday.
I got the job!
It's a temporary part-time State job (well, Commonwealth job, since I'm in Massachusetts) for six months that could transition to a full-time permanent job. Only 16 hours a week at $15/hour, but hell yeah, I'll take it! It's a lot better than what I'm doing now (looking through online want-ads for 0.00/hour for as many hours as I can stand).
I start in three to five weeks, depending on how fast the State* goes.
After seven-plus years of being unemployed, I'm finally going to be employed again, and it makes me feel like I'm actually worth something for the first time in a LONG time.
Oh, and since I can put in the full title of the music I wanted to in the appropriate field, it's:
"Opnad Contribution Study Committee Report, June 1977" - Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players.
I thought I was ready for the interview that morning, but after getting outside of the city limits, I realized I forgot to bring my resume with me (that was specifically requested). Turned around back to the city, got my resume, then drove back for the interview. I had JUST made it with a few minutes to spare. Part of the way through my interview, my phone started ringing. So much for remembering to mute it before the interview. I knew it was a garbage call anyway (only two people I know ever call on my cellphone, so the vast majority of the time it's just another spam call). After ignoring the call, the rest of the interview went (I felt) rather well. So it was back home afterward (to realize my belt was still hanging on my trouser hanger...I never put it on. So much for looking professional) and wait the hour or so for my car appointment.
The reason for taking my car to the shop is because I had been smelling gasoline every so often when I drive, so I wanted to see what the issue was. The mechanic took a look and said, "Geez, Punk, you should have had this car towed here. The fuel lines are all rotted and corroded from the fuel tank to the engine. It was even dripping in the engine compartment. I'm surprised you didn't have a fire. We'll have to replace all the lines including the filter." THAT bill came to a grand total of $645. Yes. For fuel lines. The fun part was I only had a little over $500 in my checking account, so I had to put it on my credit card.
Y'know, if I was actually a talented furry and had some sort of marketable skill, I would have opened for commissions to help defray some of the cost of the repair. But I'm not, and I don't, so I can't. Moving on...
As for the meeting with my counselor, it was the usual catching up on what was going on and giving me advice on easing my depression.
ANYWAY, I told you that story to tell you this one.
I spent this morning trying to figure out how I'm going to pay off the car repair and still have enough money for the rest of my budget. Around noon, I get a call from the person who interviewed me yesterday.
I got the job!
It's a temporary part-time State job (well, Commonwealth job, since I'm in Massachusetts) for six months that could transition to a full-time permanent job. Only 16 hours a week at $15/hour, but hell yeah, I'll take it! It's a lot better than what I'm doing now (looking through online want-ads for 0.00/hour for as many hours as I can stand).
I start in three to five weeks, depending on how fast the State* goes.
After seven-plus years of being unemployed, I'm finally going to be employed again, and it makes me feel like I'm actually worth something for the first time in a LONG time.
Oh, and since I can put in the full title of the music I wanted to in the appropriate field, it's:
"Opnad Contribution Study Committee Report, June 1977" - Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players.