Monday, May 12, 2008
In the continuing saga of me looking for work, a new wrinkle. The place I interviewed on Friday apparently only wants me for the lower level job. That makes them less attractive and I have something else to grab my attention which seems a lot better and certainly would not knock me around with a two-hour commute each way, every single day.
The other place -- which also wants to interview me -- is right downtown. It's a permanent job, the money is good and the work looks interesting. If I get it, I will most likely take it. Even if the work stinks, it beats the heck out of four hours of planes, trains and automobiles. We'll see how it goes.
The week is totally full. Tomorrow is my third round of interviews with the place out in the sticks, Wednesday I have an all-day class and Thursday I'm hoping to interview with the place I mentioned above. Then Friday Mr. J and I are leaving town. No way am I interviewing on Friday. We'll be totally without 'net access, the whole nine yards. Won't be back until Monday, another day when there's no way I'm interviewing anywhere. So if Thursday doesn't work out, it'll have to be next Tuesday.
Oh, the song? It's because the fishmonger guy (who looks kinda like the actor Chris Elliott) said I was one of their favorite customers. Is the fish guy hitting on me? I dunno, aside from a cabdriver downtown while I was running to an interview (who looked me up and down and asked me "How's it goin'?"), I haven't had anyone other than Mr. J hit on me since, oh gosh, who knows how long?
And I won't be seeing the fish dude this week because we're going on vacation. Will he pine away and drown his sorrows in pike? Will he commit hari-kiri with a frozen flounder? Will he talk to a tuna, pretending it's me? I have no idea and I'm sure I'm making more of this than it is but, heh, it feels good to be noticed, even if it's just for ordering a half-pound of trout.
Next week: As the Salmon Turns.
Stay tuned. Er, tuna'ed.