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July 18, 2005 - Monday

 Cha-Ching

The right phone call finally came: I got the job.

Whew.

I’ve been un- or under-employed for 10 months now. I was fine with it the first few months; I had a nice fat severance check, I had Unemployment Insurance, I had plenty of free time… The livin’ was easy. But then the Unemployment ran out. And then the fat severance check got skinny. And then there just wasn’t any money going into the household budget from me, period.

I sent out dozens of resumes and only landed one quarter-decent job, the DWP training job I’m now leaving, the one where I only work 3 days a week for far less money than I’m worth and on a 1099 basis so I’m responsible for my own payroll taxes, which just lowers my hourly rate that much more. It barely pays what Unemployment paid, and I don’t even want to think about the taxes I’m going to owe on it. It pays so badly, I feel like I’m moving backwards when I go in to work.

I finally wised up and realized that my resume sucked, so I revised it and sent out dozens more. I finally started getting interviews from the new resume, but they all yielded interview shuffle type results: We like you, we’ll call you … and then they never did. I was pulling my hair out — and I’m bald already.

It was really depressing. Beth worked really hard to be upbeat and cool about it, but my mood and our money woes were really starting to get to her. I think this may have been harder on her than it was on me. Maybe.

But… Whew. Finally, a new job. A real job. A job that I think I’ll like. A road job again, but only 50% travel and I’ll be home on weekends, so I think it’ll be okay.

And on top of all that new-job frosting, there’s a nice big, fat, red cherry on top with sprinkles: Mo’ Money. It pays–

(Well, hmm… I was going to include the double-digit percentage increase here, but I think that might not be wise. So let’s just say…)

–“a lot” more than my last “real” job from 10 months ago did.

Whew.


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 Ring

I’m still waiting to hear back from my job interview last Friday.

I left feeling like I pretty much had the job locked up and was halfway led to expect a verbal offer from them that afternoon. Here we are now, three days later on Monday afternoon, and I still haven’t heard from them. Now I’m not so sure. In fact, now my paranoid mind is going the other way with it.

And I’m sitting here waiting for the phone to ring. And so of course it’s ringing off the hook: telemarketers, the dentist’s office, the eye doctor’s office, Zoe’s friend calling to say “hi” from Hawaii, wrong numbers, voicemails from Beth about how to do laundry, etc. No lie: there have been sixteen calls today. Every single person with a telephone in the western hemisphere is calling me today — except the one I’ve been waiting for.

I hate prom.


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