Last time I blogged, I believe it was the night after my first day on the job, I was raving about my crappy job. Thankfully, my company rewards the long-time employees who tough it out and hang in there. So on my second day, I got promoted.
Now I work on the loading docks. It's 50 hours a week of heavy manual labor. And you know what? I love it. It's much more fulfilling than folding napkins all day, it's getting paid to work out, and it's driving trucks around. And all the overtime I'm getting makes it even better!
Ahh, I love my job. I suppose the promotion could have had something to do with the last person who had the job being fired, (and who subsequently returned to threaten my manager, if only to have the police called on him) but I like to think of it as a gift from heaven.
It is all part of my plan to return to Santa Cruz this fall. Since I'm out of state AND the economy is fucked, it would cost $40,000 to go back to school at the University of California in Santa Cruz for another year. Screw that. I'm saving up money to move down there, get a place, and work until I establish residency. Then it will be relatively free to go to school there and Pop Tarts will grow on trees.
And no more undefined.