One of the long running themes of this blog has been my lack of gainful employment and the search thereof. Well, things have changed. About three weeks ago I was looking through Craig’s List on one of my regular job hunting days and found a few positions worth wasting electrons on and duly applied. Imagine my surprise when later that day I received a call asking if I’d be interested in an interview which we set up for two days later. The interview went well, I thought as I turned on the charm and put on my best accent, but even so, it came as a bit of a shock to be offered the job that very same day and started the following Tuesday immediately after Martin Luther King Day.
How big is your office? How many people are you managing? What are your team members like? I hear you say. Well, don’t. To be honest it’s a pretty basic job with a paycheque to match, but at least it has a good health plan and a reasonable amount of PTO. The other pluses are that it is just a 15 minute walk from the boat so I don’t have to worry about commuting or being late, and as I work 7:30 – 4:00 I am home at a reasonable hour, although having to get up at 4:45 is a bit of a pain. I don’t mind getting up that early for the football, but it is taking me quite a while to get used to doing so on a daily basis. The funny thing is that the 6:20 boat is the same one I used to get when I worked in the city many years ago, but seeing as I can get up later than in those days and can get to bed by 10.pm it isn’t as bad as it could be.
You may be wondering why I accepted such a low level position when I have the paper qualifications for something much better. Well, it’s all that was available. I’ve been trying for a hell of a long time to get some sort of job, but to no avail. At least now that I have a job it will be easier to get another one, although I will have to put in a few months at least here before I start looking round for something else. Another thing is that a job doesn’t just provide a paycheque. It also provides an identity, a community and an underlying organising principle: I’ve had too long being on my own in the house with no real schedule once the morning is through, and it is rather pleasing to be able to wear a nicely ironed work shirt and Dockers again after all these years. Yes, I know it’s not much but at least it gets me out of the house and among other people.
Spending too much time alone in your own head can be both debilitating and self destructive: there were days when if I didn’t go to the gym I’d have no contact with another living soul and wouldn’t even step out of the front door, so being on a regular schedule has been good for me. The people in the office, whilst rather quiet are all pretty friendly, at least the ones who have spoken to me, and it makes a difference not to have a constant background noise burrowing into one’s brain. Having said that, though, construction on a new hotel is underway just a block to the south and they are in the middle of sinking the piles for the building at a rate of anything up to 10 a day. The effect is rather like having a hangover without the benefit of the previous night’s revelry, or for the more erudite among you it is like being on the set of Ace In The Hole.
If there is another down side it is that by the time I get home I have barely the time, let alone the energy to do any housework so my home is slowly degenerating into the state usually associated with single guys. I do get some time at the weekends, but seeing as most of them are spent either at my Sweetie’s house or with the kids even they don’t give me a lot of time. Still, it beats the alternative.