I�m back home waiting to go to my Monday evening job, having spent the morning not going to work, but rather interviewing for a new job. I think the interview went well. Saw a lot of head nodding. One of my former co-workers, a girl named Jane, was on the panel. I hope she puts a good word in for me.Strangely enough though, I�m not entirely sure this is a good move for me. They asked me if I was willing to work weekends, and now that I have weekends off I have to say that I REALLY don�t want to work weekends. This might be the one thing that prevents me from getting this job. Fuck it, my weekends are mine now. I hustled to not only get them off but have more hours working in the process. I�m not going to give them up for a new job. Despite the fact that this new job would pay me more. Would allow me to drive less. Would allow me to escape a dead-end job (San Marino).
OK.. I MIGHT consider working on the weekends. HA!
In a week�s time I�ll be back from Big Sur. TheGirl is definitely not going with me. She has plans for that Friday, but she did tempt me to stay when she said she wasn�t going to be busy on Saturday and Sunday. I�m sure she can get her OldDud to drive down this weekend. Whatever! I need this trip. It was going to be a romantic getaway, celebrating our second year anniversary. It wasn�t meant to be, so be it. I�m still going. I have some of my things ready, but I still have to get my cameras ready.
They said they would inform me in about two weeks about the job. OK Universe, do what you think is right.
End Communication.
