My first day at the prospective employer's print shop in Kennesaw today went well. The guy who'd interviewed me is my supervisor, and he told me that at first he was a trifle worried (I'd mis-remembered the model number of platesetter I worked with in my last job—"2340" rather than "2840"—leading me to name one which his people told him doesn't exist; this was the worst gaffe, but he was charitable and chalked it up to a memory-fart over one digit), but eventually I settled in, learned where things were and how these folks do stuff, and produced enough decent work quickly enough to please him. He said that even if he ended up deciding I wasn't who he wants for the perm job or I got hired somewhere else, he would be open to having me do part-time freelancing for him as a way to bring in extra work for him and bucks for me. And he's even cool with me continuing to interview at other places, even to the point of allowing me a half-hour to step out of the office tomorrow morning and conduct a phone interview for that Pennsylvania job. I like this guy, even if so far the work itself is more short-order-cook-type stuff, fixing typos in business cards and the like.
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eftychia posted the chorus of my song "If I Can Reach Your Heart" as his Quote of the Day on his LJ today.
And Paladin Staffing called to say their client whose graphics job I applied for this week wants to interview me Tuesday.
Life may not be a bowl of strawberries with chocolate syrup and whipped cream quite yet, but it is getting noticeably better. It is even possible to dare a tiny hope that I shall be back among the gainfully employed again by the time my Songbird gets back from her vacation Sunday night.
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And Paladin Staffing called to say their client whose graphics job I applied for this week wants to interview me Tuesday.
Life may not be a bowl of strawberries with chocolate syrup and whipped cream quite yet, but it is getting noticeably better. It is even possible to dare a tiny hope that I shall be back among the gainfully employed again by the time my Songbird gets back from her vacation Sunday night.
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Date: 2007-05-11 04:34 am (UTC)(It is ironic that I wrote exactly the same words five minutes ago in the LJ of one of your friends for exactly opposite reasons.)
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Date: 2007-05-11 05:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-11 11:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-11 12:00 pm (UTC)And the prospective boss called this morning to say that someone is fixing equipment there today and needs both of the non-occupied computers in the prepress room, so I don't have to go in until 11:30. Of course, it means I lose those hours (during the audition period, I get paid hourly as a freelancer) from my paycheck, but the upside is I can go back to bed and regain that missing hour or two of sleep. God must be taking pity on me this week...or is just in a good mood.
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Date: 2007-05-11 05:50 pm (UTC)