I am now officially double-employed.
I've accepted jobs with both a large, national, discount retailer (LNDR) and with a non-profit that hooks people up with federal utilities assistance. The non-profit will be my 8:30 to 5:00 and the other job will be my very-part-time beer and food money generator.
You might ask, "Why two jobs?" Well, I'm trying to cobble together a short-term plan that covers my basic necessities while giving me the option of having a larger income stream in the upcoming months.
The non-profit doesn't need my services until 9/4, when federal funds may or may not be open for business. LNDR will take anyone of the street, throw a polo at them and put them on the sales floor forty hours a week (or behind the coffee counter, which is where I'll be, for forty hours a week). Convenient for me, as I plan to take advantage of two weeks full-time paid training then significantly scale back the hours when the non-profit starts.
So, I'm back. Woe unto thee.
p.s. I haven't been able to get pics of the Green Speedster up yet because it's been too rainy to take the camera out and get a good shot. As soon as I see the sun, I'll get on it. Hopefully the brown milk crate will be attached by then. Stay tuned.
p.p.s. For the salad enthusiasts out there, DO NOT BUY Emeril's Herb Vinaigrette! It is terrible. Imagine the taste of dirt and. . .dirt. It's really gross and kinda makes me want to gag. And unfortunately, I have a thing against throwing away food, so I'm finishing the thing. Consequently, I have to brush my teeth immediately after eating and rinse four times with mouthwash to get that tangy, pungent earth taste off the pearly whites. don't buy it. you are warned.
Think back to the first time you and your friends tried mixing all the sodas in the pop fountain. You watched each different fizz cascade into the 64 oz. Big Gulp, mesmerized as the cola-colored puddle metamorphosed into a rust-colored, guaranteed gut-buster of a beverage. You thought to yourself, "Is this a good idea?"
And if you're anything like me, you said, "What the hell," and took a sip and even as you felt your Cheetoes and chocolate milk crawling back up your throat (with just a hint of Dr. Pepper), you swore to all your friends--you swore to God--that it was the "best thing ever made, try it, you gotta try it, just try it." And in the end, after fighting back your lunch, you decided it wasn't really that bad. And you took another sip.
That's what life is like in mredison's neighborhood. Welcome.
And if you're anything like me, you said, "What the hell," and took a sip and even as you felt your Cheetoes and chocolate milk crawling back up your throat (with just a hint of Dr. Pepper), you swore to all your friends--you swore to God--that it was the "best thing ever made, try it, you gotta try it, just try it." And in the end, after fighting back your lunch, you decided it wasn't really that bad. And you took another sip.
That's what life is like in mredison's neighborhood. Welcome.
Monday, August 20, 2007
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