2004-06-12 10:16
digitaldiscipline
Nepotism at its finest - despite suffering from a bit of foot-in-mouth disease [mmmmm, shoes] during the interview yesterday,
angel_renewed held sufficient clout to say, "You want the gig? You got it."
So, yeah... I'm becoming a Tampax (Tampon? Tampan? Tampisto? Tampud? Whatever the collective noun we choose ends up being).
I start on 6 July. I'm giving notice on Monday, and will presumably be taking advantage of Sil & Onebob's generosity of crash space while working though the home/apartment procurement process.
Spent yesterday afternoon, post-interview, running amok with a realtor through our target neighborhood - seven houses in two hours, only one of which was OHFUCKNONASTYHOOD - and two of which looked really nice, at least mid-afternoon (the sage advice of Sil is to swing by again at 11pm on a Saturday night to confirm area behavior, hence tempering my optimism at how nice the houses themselves are).
I then had to forsake
axissilverhand mid-sentence to pee in a cup. ;-) Rehydration was pursued during a very pleasant means - park, peruse Ybor City watering holes (mmmm. . . Lambic on tap one place, and a waiter who endorses corporal discipline of unruly customers after sharing a shot with another - featuring good, in-house beer, and coasters that say BEER IS YOUR FRIEND) around dinner, featuring fun and far-ranging conversation about fish, C11, housing plans, and, yes, even a subthread about "Friends," of all things. I was exposed to the well-chilled niftiness that was a near-vacant Czar, as well as meeting Steph, a very nice friend of Axis, at The Castle - hooray for making a new friend in a new city, even if the Happy Places of near-complete strangers are not safe (but, really, nobody needed to see The Asscheeks of Doom, so he needed the ridicule).
It's been a productive visit, even without the successful job hunt - as we discussed at IHOP, simply making positive movement to improve things for myself and
aishlynn has been theraputic - like an old faucet caked with hard water deposits meeting a bucket of heated CLR, I can feel large chunks of unpleasant stress and inertia breaking off and dissolving, and it feels damn good.
So, yeah... I'm becoming a Tampax (Tampon? Tampan? Tampisto? Tampud? Whatever the collective noun we choose ends up being).
I start on 6 July. I'm giving notice on Monday, and will presumably be taking advantage of Sil & Onebob's generosity of crash space while working though the home/apartment procurement process.
Spent yesterday afternoon, post-interview, running amok with a realtor through our target neighborhood - seven houses in two hours, only one of which was OHFUCKNONASTYHOOD - and two of which looked really nice, at least mid-afternoon (the sage advice of Sil is to swing by again at 11pm on a Saturday night to confirm area behavior, hence tempering my optimism at how nice the houses themselves are).
I then had to forsake
It's been a productive visit, even without the successful job hunt - as we discussed at IHOP, simply making positive movement to improve things for myself and
(no subject)
congrats...but isn't there something in the tenents of the apocalypse about you and angelsil living in the same city? or do alcohol distributers merely have to invoke emergency supply lines?