So this morning I woke up, in a good mood, despite not sleeping much, but I wasn't much happy about having to go look for a job again today. So I kept putting it off, I made breakfast, did some "essential" TV watching, made lunch, did some "essential" reading (1984 isn't nearly as good a read as I had assumed. It is very insightful though), then I took an "essential" nap, after all I had gone to bed at 5:30 and woken up at 10.
So I'm half asleep because full sleep is impossible given that I still haven't gotten around to putting up my blinds, so my room is brighter than a rapper's gold tooth, and the phone rings. I assume it's for my father again so I try to get back to half sleep when he calls me from downstairs to answer the phone. I have no idea who it might be because no body ever calls me during the day so I assume it's a telemarketer (BEWARE OF SCHOLARSHIP WEBSITES, they make all their money by selling your personal information to third parties). Any who surprisingly enough it turns out to be Alicia from Wal-Mart, and she's offering my a job.
I was pretty surprised. It had been 5 or so months since I had given them a resume, and I had a sneaking suspicion that the reason I was having such a hard time finding a job was that I had Wal-Mart as a reference on my resume and they were talking smack about me (apparently I couldn't find a job because I'm just crap for crap). Alicia goes on and she's not just offering me some two-bit, slightly better than minimum wage, makes you want to kill the customers, not enough hours to justify being there crap job like I had there last summer. She is offering me a full-time night shift stocking job for $9.20 an hour. Well I took it right away (no interview necessary).
I probably could have found a job that pays more and doesn't require me to be awake and working when any sane person would be sleeping or drinking, but I don't think I'd be able to find one that allows me to be indoors, air-conditioned and doing fairly light work. So I guess I'll see how good or not it is in a couple days, my orientation is Monday and I assume I begin Tuesday. If it's awful I can always use my completely free days to look for a different job (or sleep away the horrors of working at Wal-Mart at night. I'm not too sad about the untimely death that my social life will endure. It was already on life support because it couldn't breathe on it's own anyways, so I may as well pull the plug. I barely ever go anywhere or do anything with anyone (if I smell bad, you can just tell me, I'll wash more).
In other news, I haven't been "depressed" for 5 days now. I'm not perfect, but an improvement is great, and now that I have a job things will probably only get better. What was the cure to my depression? 1 part Wellbutrin, 1 part "Feeling Good" by Dr. David Burns, 3 parts Friendship, shake vigorously. Special thanks to Dianna Thoms, Nick and especially Patrick Riso for saying nice things about me when I needed them, being incredibly sensitive and supportive and sticking with me despite all my gloom. If you're ever seriously depressed I only hope I can help you as much as you have me (actually this can apply to any problem, not just serious depression, it does, however, exclude helping you move or anything that might require me to run or otherwise excerpt myself physically [except sex, wink-wink nudge-nudge]).
Please if you aren't Dianna, Nick or Patrick don't feel as though I'm saying you were no help to me. Lot's of people were there for me in many different ways, but these three went (in my humble opinion) well beyond the call of duty and friendship. Not that you wouldn't. Please don't think I am discounting the importance of our friendship or how much you care about me because I'm not listing you. You can be there for me the next time I'm depressed. I'm sure the above three could use a break. I'll call you when I'm feeling blue. ;-) I love smilies the old way. Also whatever happened to the really long internet acronyms like OMGTWSFIROTFLMAO (oh my god that was so funny I'm rolling on the floor laughing my ass off). There were a lot more but I can't remember them all from my mid-nineties AOL Nickelodeon chat room days.
Keep on Trangling,
Anthony Pereira
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