I was offered the job I interviewed for today.
I’m going in tomorrow to do some paperwork (probably clever things like W-4’s and policy stuff, normal starting-a-job paperwork), and I start on Monday. “Training” next week, 8-5, with a permanent schedule to be decided upon later. Really, just about any schedule is fine with me. The bus I want to take doesn’t get me there until around 6:30AM at the earliest and doesn’t leave later than about 9PM, but I could get my bike in working order again (once I have money) and ride. I’ve riden further than that, I believe…. (runs numbers… 9.75 miles one way) …yeah, I could do that. It would take a fucking hour, but I could do it. The bus ride? almost as long, at 45 minutes. Of course, unless something goes dreadfully wrong, I could probably ride one way and bus the other.
Something will work out.
Maybe God will drop a free car down from the Heavens for me to drive there in, and pay my insurance while he’s at it. Well, at least until my first paycheck comes, weeks from now.
Maybe … I don’t know.
But it’s a good thing that I have a job, and that it pays enough. So, here I go, back into the world of the “employed”. Sigh. Here’s hoping I keep up on my art and writing.
Oh yeah, I stopped someplace and splurged and bought a couple of the cheapest cheap-ass canvases they sell today, so I have a little something to paint on. Others should be coming down the hill in a few days (they didn’t fit on the original load, so I ended up with paints and brushes and nothing to paint on) , but maybe I’ll paint two paintings this weekend before they get here. I’ve already got one in mind.
Anyway, I sure hope I go to bed soon.