Yesterday evening was kinda crappy. I hadda go pick up the Tzeroling from school, the buses were running late, and it was raining. So we get home tired and wet and sweaty, and I notice there’s a voice-mail message. “Probably a bill collector,” I think. “What the hell, get it overwith.”
It’s not. It’s a permanent, full-time job opening with a translation house in Rockville.
ZINNNNNGG!! Booyah, baby!
So this morning I call back, talk with the VP in charge of this deal, get the job description via e-mail, send back my salary requirements (upped to what I think is a reasonable level above what I make now)… and get an interview scheduled for the 10th.
I’m PSYCHED!! A real job opportunity in the field I want to work in, learnin’ the business side of affairs. Y’all knock wood or cross yer fingers or something. I really want this job.
Before you know it, he’ll be learning to play golf, voting Republican, subscribing to the Wall Street Journal and nodding smugly at the Editorial Page, and grinding widows and orphans under his heel.
I’ll root for you anyhow, but I swear I’ll try to borrow money once you’ve Made It.
Congrats! I’m very happy for you. But by being a salaried employee you realize that you are abetting the Capitalist Oppressors, don’t you? Especially when you learn the “business side?” And when the printers walk, you and the other salaried employees will be required to scab?
Actually I dunno if it’s a salary or an hourly wage. My guess would be the former 'cos it’s a small enough business. But if they’re willing to talk over $43K a year, I’m all ears.
B’sides, I only wanna learn how to handle translation projects so I know what to do when I finally go freelance. So neener.
Thanks one and all for your kind thoughts. Especially BunnyGirl, who ended up in the other thread I accidentally posted. I trusted the CGI, but not enough, apparently.
So you’ll be stickin’ all that cash in a hole in the state-owned backyard? There’s no shame in being an exploiter. Hell, even Lenin hired out his housekeeping when the Czar had him exiled.
And please don’t get defensive on me; this is meant as a friendly riposte, not a criticism. Seriously, good luck with the interview, Olentzero.
Right next to the Metro station, if all goes well.
Yes, I had thought of the effect my re-location might have on the DC Lunch Bunch, but look at it this way - Anniz won’t have so far to go anymore. Lucky her, eh?
