One of my favorite things about having psychic skills up and running is knowing when or when not to answer the phone. I don't always listen to the info I get, but it always gives me a pretty good idea of what to expect on the other end. This morning's was a doozy.
The phone rang and I got: you are definitely going to want to take this one. And I got a picture of the job interview I had last week for a PT temp recruiting position. Yep. I got the job. And at 15.41 an hour, which is 2.00 more an hour than they had initially offered, I'm ecstatic, even if this is only a bit more than I made as an intern when I was getting that dang public health graduate degree.
Yes, the job will be hellish. Even as the staff seems really cool. Yes, it's working for the state, which means the bureaucracy will be insane and my temp position can be terminated at any moment. But it's a job! Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! (And I shall be saved from financial doom which is about two weeks out at this point.)
(And on a psychic side note around this, I only applied for this job because I woke up one morning two weeks ago with a picture of a certain employment agency in my mind and the directive: take the first job they offer you. And as I've sent out well over a hundred resumes in the past year, and only been on a couple of interviews, to find this job, get the interview, and land the job, all in the space of about ten days is really hilarious. God, I love the Flow of Info That Scoots Through This Universe :)
And on a totally different note, although still in the category of wonderful: A couple of months ago, I connected with a local twitterer, and he sent the sweetest messages of support around the stuff I had going on. He's an editor at our local print and online newspaper and he and a few other folks have set a meetup for local bloggers and twitterers tomorrow morn. He sent me a message saying that he wanted to list that I would be attending it, and would that be okay? Sure, I said, thinking it would be a general list of attendees. But then my sitemeter feed revealed this little gem at The Star's online site: The Parrot.
Seriously, that just warms the cockles :) Even if the words (my own, of course) do waggle the whole "job" thing in my face.
No worries, party peoples. Soon, I shall be fiscally back on my feet, and return to doing the full-time Insightfully Insane, Fringe-Dwelling, Obsessive Artist-Shaman Thang. But for now, I'll only get to be nuts on Fridays and Saturdays. Monday through Thursdays will now be spent as a respectable, girl shoe wearing, member of a very serious team helping folks with very serious issues. I guess I'll have to keep the fact that none of us are real to myself . . .
Ain't Life hilarious?