When it rains it pours, they say. The Interview last night went pretty well, I'd say. Pretty Well to Moderately Hooray-ish. Somewhere in there. Although, should I get the job -- knocking on wood, at least I think it's wood (you know, it's from Ikea and I never can tell) -- it won't even start until July.
Then today I got a call from the Census Bureau, they ask me a series of questions ("Can you read? Do you walk upright? Opposable thumb? Good, good." The CB loves workers with opposable thumbs), and then offer me a job. A temp job, 8 weeks worth, leading right up to July. But it's almost $20 an hour, and 40 hours a week, so I'll take it. Truth be told, they could have had both my thumbs and the broken middle toe for way less than that. Amateurs.
Feeling good from my double booking, I decided to stop by and tell the landlord his rent check is on it's way. He said he could care less how long it takes to get our rent, but he did want to know if I'd work on some of the other apartments for them.
"You bet your blue bonnet, I do." I said to him.
"My what?" he asked.
"I said, uh, 'you bet sure i'm on it wahoo.'" Confused silence. "When should I start?"
He said he'd get back to me. Then -- I know, more? It's almost too much -- Collins emailed to say he'd be passing along my resume shortly, and was giving it to some friends with mad connections. Well, he didn't say "mad connections," because Collins doesn't talk like that, because only an idiot says "mad connections" these days. But he did say he was feeling good about the whole thing, and that makes me feel good about the whole thing.
Okay. Going to do laundry.
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