And Lo...I Am Again..The Barista!

(Originally Nov 11 2005)

That's right! At the near-enough-by Barnes&Noble. (Go-go Gadget Starbucks Experience!) It almost made missing this Tuesday's church for the interview worth it. Application of a Monday, Interview on a Tuesday, Orientation on Thursday, first full day today!

But can I tell you the space between Monday application and Tuesday interview was jam-packed with the What If The Don't Hire Me's? And even though the job is less than what I made at Starbucks, my self-esteem snuck up and decided to be insecure.

You'd think I'd be content doing nothing but playing City of Heroes, listening to Wendy Williams, and watching All My Children all day. But round about 4:00pm, just when the sky is getting dark, I start to wonder where on earth my life is going? How can a 41-yr old man be content being a bum. It isn't as if I had a hot red sports car and solved crime as a sexy PI, living in someone else's house--I'm a straight-up bum right now. So getting this job, regardless of how low-wage, feels better than doing nothing.

So. What am I going to do with this mini-fortune?

I use the little money I am making to pay folks back, while peppering the nearby (bus trans) towns and hospitals with my resume (got one in already at the walk-distance hosp). I do this until;

A) New York gives me my f'in license or,
B) one of these hospitals hires me.

If A) Then pepper NYC with resumes.
If B) Then step up the repayment plan until finished, and just save up money until I have an NYC's amount of a years rent. By that time, see A) without the "or".

It's as good a plan as any. It's something better than nothing. And I'm down to $6.00 in my bank account, which is $1.50 less than an hour's wage at the new job, so it's all good. Unfortunately, since I'm out of money, I'm also housebound until next Friday. Oh well.

Paragon City, here I come.