On My Way To Being A P.I.M.P.
8 May 2006Finally, I can say I have a job. I just accepted a position where I am an independent contractor and finally earning some dosh. About time, I say.
Without sounding too much like a twat, I have to say I can’t believe how long it’s taken for me to be offered a job. I don’t suck by any standards, in fact, I’m ace. I’ve been to about six interviews, and many more agency ones. I spent the majority of last week going to interviews, and because I’m a wanker in a suit and heels I now have blisters all over my toes. It’s band-aid city in my shoes right now.
I went to a few really awful interviews – there was the one where the interviewer didn’t show up, but that was lucky because when I was waiting in reception I was thinking, “Like fuck if I’m going to work here.” There was the one where as soon as I met the interviewer I could tell that he didn’t like me. There was the agency interview that had booked me in on the wrong day (even though I confirmed the date and time back to her on the phone) and took 3.5-hours. At least this time I didn’t fall for any AMWAY-esque people and end up in a room full of freaks telling me about the crocodile-dog animals found (or not so much) in the hills of New Zealand.
All going well, I will start at the end of this week. I have to become GST registered, hire an accountant, and catch a bus to work every day. I guess that is better than not, especially seeing how winter is heading my way and I can no longer sit on the balcony at all hours of the day anyway (although as I write this, I am sitting on the balcony, drinking tea and smoking a cigarette, watching the cars drive past and appreciating the clear blue sky while my fingers become stiff and cold).
Congratulations me!
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Wheee, congrats! :)
Stiff & cold, eh? Just checked the forecast for Wellington, looks 100% chilly… lol