Subtitled “Quit being a whiny little young person, because your father-in-law reads this blog.”
Ok, so my last post was a liiiiiiiiiittle emo.
When my mom and dad were my age, they were living in an uncle’s basement (a mean uncle), working 3-4 jobs each, and barely seeing each other. My dad used to tell stories about working the night shift, since there were after all 24 hours in a day. Why waste 8-10 of them sleeping? He worked at a gas station, and would talk about the hookers (yes hookers) who would come into the store at 3am to escape their pimps. They would clean for my dad, dust, mop, do anything really to just pass the time and forget.
Stories like that make me feel pretty stupid.
Yeah, things are rough. No, I don’t have the job or amount of money that I’d like. So what, some people my age do. Not everyone is that lucky from the gate, and so many more people are worse off. In fact, I have absolutely nothing to complain about.
Ways life resolved itself in one day after the last post: (ie God was irritated with my whining)
1) We found someone who wants to sublet our apt starting asap.
2) My car is not dead after all. My dad felt bad when he heard we would cash our savings bonds to fix it, so one of his guys is putting the labor in and trying to make it work. (Side note, I was unaware of the extreme emotional attachment I had to my car until it was almost taken away.)
3) I literally JUST got called for an interview next week.
More about this interview. (Because I started this draft JUST after getting called, and am finishing the draft after the interview).
Remember the last interview I had where I didn’t get the job? Well, this interview is for a position at the district of the person who got the job. (If that makes any sense.). Her getting the other job means she’s leaving this job. Anyway.
It was my shortest interview to date; 15-20 minutes. I didn’t like that.
They only asked a few questions, but I felt like they were really on board with the few answers I did give. They seemed to really connect with me through my previous experiences at my marching band’s school, since it is small and rural like this district.
Regardless, they said they would call “in a few days” to inform me if I made the second round. Here’s the fun part. The second round would take place Feb 8th, at 6:45pm. Why? So you can interview in front of the entire school board, they will make a decision on the spot, approve you at the 7pm meeting, and oh, by the way? You start work the next day.
(raises hand slightly)
I’ll do it!