Wednesday, March 31, 2004

I Got the Job!

I'm very happy naturally. I'll have orientation on the 12th. Don't know when I'll start yet, but I can't wait. Tomorrow I have to break the news to my current employer. I've spent the last week training on my new job there, so I'm not exactly looking forward to telling them. But this is a small price to pay.

Yesterday when I got home from work, Louise had a message from Human Resources that I was to call back the contact there first thing in the morning. This morning I was told I would be offered the job, but they didn't have the salary offer worked out yet. This evening, when I got home, I got the official word. Very very exciting. I don't know what else to say about it. This is the first time I've ever gotten a job and been excited about starting. I just want to get going.

Of course, it doesn't hurt that I get to leave the present job. And next week is probably going to be pretty stressful. I've been training this week to cover for someone who will be on vacation next week, so I doubt my manager will just tell me to go home tomorrow. I'll probably need to cover that spot for 'em.

Ah, well. Short-timer's syndrome.

10 comments:

  1. Imported on behalf of: Dan
    **way to go!**



    I'm going to chalk it up to a combination of your qualifications and the suit. THE SUIT!

    Hey, so can I borrow some money?

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  2. Imported on behalf of: Lee
    **No.**

    But I'll pay you $20 to mow the wild onions growing in my back yard. Not only are they unsightly, but Hunter eats them. Not good -- I'm sure you can imagine.

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  3. Imported on behalf of: Dan
    My yard is full of them, too. I am equally negligent about mowing them. How about I pay you $20 to mow mine, and I'll mow yours. I only have 5 acres to deal with. That seems like a fair trade.

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  4. Imported on behalf of: mck
    **ha ha ha ha**

    my landlady covered our lawn with wood chips. of course i did have to spend 30 minutes yesterday scooping dog shit (it really lasts during the winters here) out of said wood chips, after she complained (that she'd made the yard "beautiful" and we'd ruined it). so no mowing, at least.

    oh yeah, glad to hear you got a real job. prolly will hear this week if i still got U employment for next fall...

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  5. Imported on behalf of: Lee
    I like that wood chips idea. My writing Professor Tom De Haven is fairly seriously interested in having his yard paved. He lives in one of those "communities" with a covenant, though. I'm sure there's something in there about paving your yard, right between mailbox specifications and the nix on satellite dishes.



    Good luck w/ the funding for next year, McSkinny. Always holding it over the heads of grad students, aren't they? I guess you a lecturer there now, what with the MA and all?



    Dan: I wonder if you could just call in a plane-load of Agent Orange?

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  6. Imported on behalf of: Mike Jasper
    **Excellent...**

    Great news, Lee! I'm happy for you, and know it'll be a great position for ya. I may even cheer for Dook when they play next, just to keep the good feelings rolling...

    Uh, no. Sorry, can't do that. Goes against the fiber of my being.

    Still, congrats!!!

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  7. Imported on behalf of: Dan
    I have a whole bunch of foliage that I'd like to keep non-defoliated, thank you very much. What I *need* is a flamethrower to keep the bank behind my house properly managed.

    Actually, April has a habit of setting things on fire in the yard. Maybe I could encourage her to do that on the bank instead.

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  8. Imported on behalf of: mck
    **FUCK**

    FUCK


    FUCK

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  9. Imported on behalf of: Dan
    **damn**



    fuck hell

    Pledger adds: fucking bastard motherfuckers

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  10. Imported on behalf of: mck
    **Key to the Game, not mentioned by CBS**

    Apple integrity. My magic apple (eaten every second half since UNC II except for Maryland, "Honey, we don't need to stop for any apples for tomorrow, since State didn't win") snapped in half at precisely the beginning of Duke's Folding. Perhaps I shouldn't have eaten so close to the core, but I was getting a little giddy.

    Threw the broken motherfucker across the room on that impossible-rebound-whirl-take-the-lead layup. Shiloh ate some of the fragments. I ripped out the guts of one of his stuffed animals.

    Sad that the young'ns won't be born in the year of championship.

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