The Bard Triumphant

Gordman’s picked me up for part-time, low-pay, no-benefits, seasonal (temporary) work. Just… like I… um, wanted.

The Mildred Lane Kemper Art Museum at Washington University emailed me, telling me that they are hiring again and asking if I’m still interested. They want to have the position filled by Monday, so… tick-tock. Maybe I can have two part-time jobs at once. Two jobs? Sounds good, huh? If I hear the expression “feast or famine” one more time, I’m going to punch someone in the nuts. Where’s the feast? I’m starving.

At least my family won’t bug me as much now. Not for a while, at least. But what happens at the end of January? And in the mean time, my free time will still be devoted to job-hunting. So I have… let’s say mixed feelings about being hired.

Despite my reservations, at least this is something. The important thing is that I won’t be “unemployed” anymore, so maybe I can begin to scrub that negative stigma off. It’s like a tattoo, a blight, a disfigurement. And it’s embedded pretty deep after eleven months. On a purely cosmetic level, this is a “good day.”

”Now, if I can just find a midget with some gin, I’ll be in business.”