With my beloved
singing_phoenix on her way back to Nairobi, Kenya for another one-month detail to the CDC Global AIDS Project (GAP), I am left once again on my own, this time searching for work (again...sigh), as regular readers of STTL will know from my prior entries since losing the Allegra Print & Imaging job in late January. But this time, amazingly, I have had a tremendous response to my postings of resumés on the Internet, at my professional website and various job-search sites, as well as inquiries to various temporary staffing agencies. Already in the past week or so, I have had no less than four interviews, including one today and a fifth scheduled for Thursday of this week, and in at least two of them, the interviewers have expressed interest in having me come in as soon as possible, at least potentially. One even sent me an offer via e-mail (unusual in my experience; usually good news on the job front comes by phone, and bad news, i.e., rejection, comes by e-mail or snail-mail) yesterday morning, albeit at $12 per hour, a comedown from my rate of $15 at Allegra.
Today, however, one of the interviewers from last week, a company called Piedmont Graphics, eerily close to my old stomping grounds in Marietta (where Allegra is), called to invite me to go in starting tomorrow for a two-week trial at $15 per hour, with the job becoming permanent if all works out. Now all I have to do is go in, make friends quickly, stay focused during the inevitable boring parts of the work and not screw things up. All in all, it does look as if, one way or another, I will not have to worry about going broke and having to live under a railroad bridge somewhere. Pray for me, those of you who believe; and those who don't, keep your fingers crossed.
Today, however, one of the interviewers from last week, a company called Piedmont Graphics, eerily close to my old stomping grounds in Marietta (where Allegra is), called to invite me to go in starting tomorrow for a two-week trial at $15 per hour, with the job becoming permanent if all works out. Now all I have to do is go in, make friends quickly, stay focused during the inevitable boring parts of the work and not screw things up. All in all, it does look as if, one way or another, I will not have to worry about going broke and having to live under a railroad bridge somewhere. Pray for me, those of you who believe; and those who don't, keep your fingers crossed.