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Jan. 31st, 2006 01:12 pmWell, THIS is a fine howdeedo.
The woman who interviewed and hired me yesterday (who used to LIVE in St. Nowhere, omgwtfsmallworld) just telephoned to ask if I would be interested in working registration procedure (photocopying, handing out visitor badges, Looking Pretty) for her evening interview shifts until my scorer-training starts at the end of February. The shift would be late enough that I could get a ride over there with Lucky, who gets off work at four. I'm tempted to accept it, except it means that I will not have dinner with the family or see my mother at all until about nine pm, five days a week.
Which doesn't actually sound like much of a downside at all, now that I think on it...
The other problem is Mama Ticky, whom many of you will remember from my holiday in Galveston as the Last of the True Southern Belles, my stepfather Lucky's mother. She's having hip surgery on the thirteenth, fairly routine stuff, but she'd like me to come down and stay with her for a few days afterwards as amanuensis, chaeuffer, mailman, and fetcher-of-dougnuts-and-mexican-food. Which has its own issues, actually, because she doesn't own a computer, much less have wireless service. While I do have a dialup program, she also only has one telephone line, which she uses (lord does she use it).
I like Mama Ticky, I think I'd have fun, and I also like being Favourite Grandson because it's one in the eye for my unbearable step-cousins. Seriously. Let me tell you about the food fight these chilluns started at the dinner table at Christmas, and they're my age. One of them is in law school.
So I'd like to go down and spend a few days with her before my wage-slavery starts in earnest at the end of February. But I'd also like to 1. get in good with my new employer so that she loves me and 2. earn money.
Advice gratefully accepted. I have until ten tomorrow morning to decide, and I have no doubt it will be the number one topic around the dinner table tonight.
*dithers*
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The woman who interviewed and hired me yesterday (who used to LIVE in St. Nowhere, omgwtfsmallworld) just telephoned to ask if I would be interested in working registration procedure (photocopying, handing out visitor badges, Looking Pretty) for her evening interview shifts until my scorer-training starts at the end of February. The shift would be late enough that I could get a ride over there with Lucky, who gets off work at four. I'm tempted to accept it, except it means that I will not have dinner with the family or see my mother at all until about nine pm, five days a week.
Which doesn't actually sound like much of a downside at all, now that I think on it...
The other problem is Mama Ticky, whom many of you will remember from my holiday in Galveston as the Last of the True Southern Belles, my stepfather Lucky's mother. She's having hip surgery on the thirteenth, fairly routine stuff, but she'd like me to come down and stay with her for a few days afterwards as amanuensis, chaeuffer, mailman, and fetcher-of-dougnuts-and-mexican-food. Which has its own issues, actually, because she doesn't own a computer, much less have wireless service. While I do have a dialup program, she also only has one telephone line, which she uses (lord does she use it).
I like Mama Ticky, I think I'd have fun, and I also like being Favourite Grandson because it's one in the eye for my unbearable step-cousins. Seriously. Let me tell you about the food fight these chilluns started at the dinner table at Christmas, and they're my age. One of them is in law school.
So I'd like to go down and spend a few days with her before my wage-slavery starts in earnest at the end of February. But I'd also like to 1. get in good with my new employer so that she loves me and 2. earn money.
Advice gratefully accepted. I have until ten tomorrow morning to decide, and I have no doubt it will be the number one topic around the dinner table tonight.
*dithers*
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