On The Job Front

In case anyone was curious, I ran away to Dallas over the weekend - last weekend, not this current one - though I think at least half of my readers already knew that. I have no pictures though. Which must be quite an accomplishment for me.

I haven't bothered posting since then because I've been exhausted, mainly due to beginning work nightly at EvilPlace BigLargeEverythingStore (actual name withheld to protect the guilty.. or, rather, my own job in case the guilty happen to somehow come across this, since as long as I don't reveal the name of the store I'm not directing customers away from it or anything strange like that). It's been terribly, extremely, unbelievably exciting so far, in an entirely undescribable way. Mostly involving folding clothes and placing things on the correct shelves and racks so that the customers can come and unsort them again. I knew there was a reason I always attempted to place things back where they came from when shopping; I now doubly appreciate the effort any other customer makes to do the same, rather than forcing me to remove every single unit of socks from an entire shelving rack to resort, something I found myself doing during my most recent night of work because it was so hopelessly and otherwise uncorrectably out of order. Welcome to overnight stocking, folks.

I also have started working as a substitute at a preschool, or rather, almost started working, only the first day I was called in a number of the kids in the class got sick so that they didn't end up needing an extra adult in the classroom. Still, I'm on their list, and will be called in the future. This job is much more actually (rather than sarcastically) exciting, and will hopefully be much more enjoyable - and much more useful for future job applications.

It seemed only proper to follow up my rushed college years, including the overabundance of classes taken at one time, by holding three different jobs at once (four, if you count random babysitting as an actual job as well; five if you count the fact that I'm still a partial owner of my family's bookstore back in MI). I've already been told that I'm insane, though I'm apparently not violent and likely to go ballistic while at EvilPlace BigLargeStore, or so I'm told was verified with my former employer whom I put down as a reference. I'm assuming, though I haven't inquired, that the same questions were asked of my other reference, who - I'm still assuming - did not in fact tell them that I'm crazy, or perhaps did and they were desperate enough to hire me anyway. And who either way most likely had a good laugh at the thought of my becoming overly violent.

Future updates may now include random anecdotes of the insanity of my schedule, much like they would have had I ever blogged in school or bothered studying for all the classes I was taking, something I'm told would have added to the numbers of hours spent per class greatly and possibly lessened the number of credits I was capable of taking. Perhaps, if I ever get a chance at a second go around, I'll have to test the theory - my former method might not work so well for that M.A. I hope to get, anyway. And that's a theory that won't be tested soon.