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I got the proofreading gig!
The interviewer asked when I could start. I told him tomorrow, and will be back there at 10 a.m. to start work. As he was showing me to the elevator, he told me that I'm "more than qualified."
Meanwhile, as I was drying my hair this morning, I got a call back from another job I'd sent a resume to. This one is full-time permanent, benefits and all, a production sort of job. The drawback is that it's in Fresh Meadows, which is not exactly convenient from upper Manhattan. They want to see me Thursday, and we agreed that I'd call tomorrow to set up a time. The person who hired me for the proofreading gig knows I need to be out part of Thursday, and it's cool with him.
On the way home tonight, someone came through the train, saying he was "trying to raise $2 to get something to eat." When he got to us, I handed him two bills, and said "here's your two dollars." (He did ask the rest of the car for change, of course, but that's cool--two dollars won't really go very far.) I'd turned away enough requests with "sorry, I'm unemployed" that, having a job, it seemed appropriate to give what was asked.
Stashing my stuff at the gym worked; I even did some work with the weight machines after the interview. They have a seated leg press at this gym, and I achieved my goal (set many months ago) of lifting more than my body weight on that machine. (Three pounds more, in this case, but it's the principle of the thing.) My home club replaced their seated leg press with a related machine that I can't lift as much on, so I hadn't gotten to test how I was doing in a while.
After some rowing and a "seated shoulder press", I walked into a rod sticking out of another machine, and scraped my leg. No blood, but it hurt enough that I got an ice pack and decided that it was time to end my workout.
The interviewer asked when I could start. I told him tomorrow, and will be back there at 10 a.m. to start work. As he was showing me to the elevator, he told me that I'm "more than qualified."
Meanwhile, as I was drying my hair this morning, I got a call back from another job I'd sent a resume to. This one is full-time permanent, benefits and all, a production sort of job. The drawback is that it's in Fresh Meadows, which is not exactly convenient from upper Manhattan. They want to see me Thursday, and we agreed that I'd call tomorrow to set up a time. The person who hired me for the proofreading gig knows I need to be out part of Thursday, and it's cool with him.
On the way home tonight, someone came through the train, saying he was "trying to raise $2 to get something to eat." When he got to us, I handed him two bills, and said "here's your two dollars." (He did ask the rest of the car for change, of course, but that's cool--two dollars won't really go very far.) I'd turned away enough requests with "sorry, I'm unemployed" that, having a job, it seemed appropriate to give what was asked.
Stashing my stuff at the gym worked; I even did some work with the weight machines after the interview. They have a seated leg press at this gym, and I achieved my goal (set many months ago) of lifting more than my body weight on that machine. (Three pounds more, in this case, but it's the principle of the thing.) My home club replaced their seated leg press with a related machine that I can't lift as much on, so I hadn't gotten to test how I was doing in a while.
After some rowing and a "seated shoulder press", I walked into a rod sticking out of another machine, and scraped my leg. No blood, but it hurt enough that I got an ice pack and decided that it was time to end my workout.