Saturday, February 26, 2005
I got a job! A real job. That's right. I am going to be working at Comcast. Not like that boring job driving a forklift that the temp agency got me.
And speaking of that forklift job, the question on the application said "Desired pay scale." I answered thirteen dollars. The key word there is desired. Of course, they asked me what I would settle for. I said, "I guess about ten bucks." They also asked me what kind of work would I like to do, and I told them almost anything.
Of course, they found me a job where I would make $9.50. I would be working first shift. (I asked for second or evenings.) And it's a forklift job. Something that puts me to sleep when I do it.
Seriously, it's why I trained so many people at Wal-Mart on how to drive it. I got tired of driving the thing for hours on end. Sure it was fine when I was outside. There were things there that were exciting. Fresh air, grass, hitting the really big hops in the parking lot, but indoors it was really boring after three or four hours.
And to think how excited that they were after finding out that I had been driving them for nine years at Wal-Mart. And this is the best they could do. Pisses me off.
Anyway, I turned it down and told them that I had a better job offer. I also got a letter from Verizon. It's what my old friend James would have called a F.O.A.D. letter. He called that because when he was in college the students would post them to their doors with those letters written on them. They would show them off as their scarlet letters.
I've also got other big news. It's one year since the chancellor signed the Final Decree Confirming Sale on one of my properties. That means it's been one full year since I bought a property at the tax auction. (See title 67, chapter 5, parts 20 and 27 They do take a while to load.) So now I need to go to the lawyer and see what comes next. Hopefully, I'll be selling this place in about four or five months.
So I've got big plans next week. Wizz in a cup on Monday and see the lawyer on Tuesday.
And speaking of that forklift job, the question on the application said "Desired pay scale." I answered thirteen dollars. The key word there is desired. Of course, they asked me what I would settle for. I said, "I guess about ten bucks." They also asked me what kind of work would I like to do, and I told them almost anything.
Of course, they found me a job where I would make $9.50. I would be working first shift. (I asked for second or evenings.) And it's a forklift job. Something that puts me to sleep when I do it.
Seriously, it's why I trained so many people at Wal-Mart on how to drive it. I got tired of driving the thing for hours on end. Sure it was fine when I was outside. There were things there that were exciting. Fresh air, grass, hitting the really big hops in the parking lot, but indoors it was really boring after three or four hours.
And to think how excited that they were after finding out that I had been driving them for nine years at Wal-Mart. And this is the best they could do. Pisses me off.
Anyway, I turned it down and told them that I had a better job offer. I also got a letter from Verizon. It's what my old friend James would have called a F.O.A.D. letter. He called that because when he was in college the students would post them to their doors with those letters written on them. They would show them off as their scarlet letters.
I've also got other big news. It's one year since the chancellor signed the Final Decree Confirming Sale on one of my properties. That means it's been one full year since I bought a property at the tax auction. (See title 67, chapter 5, parts 20 and 27 They do take a while to load.) So now I need to go to the lawyer and see what comes next. Hopefully, I'll be selling this place in about four or five months.
So I've got big plans next week. Wizz in a cup on Monday and see the lawyer on Tuesday.
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