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Classy Boy
19 years ago
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A lot of things have suddenly happened. This is a time of sudden things happening.
SUDDENLY: I went to a job interview, and it went REALLY WELL. It's a DRAFTING JOB.
SUDDENLY: I'm looking at apartments. The one I looked at was REALLY NICE and I think I can even afford it!!
SUDDENLY: I am thinking of investing the paycheck I COULD CONCIEVABLY GET in the acquisition of a vehicle, and the prices SUDDENLY don't seem so outrageous anymore...
SUDDENLY: I am excited at the prospect of having to purchase my own groceries, cook my own food, and clean up after my own damned SELF.
SUDDENLY: I may have a whole living room to decorate, and I know juuuust the piano I want to put in the corner so I can reawaken my musical instincts...!
SUDDENLY: I am able to consider the possibility of a prosperous, blissful life, where I can wash my clothes without quarters, bathe regularly, enjoy walks in the evening, wake up in the MORNING and get into a toyota prius, spend all day churning out precise, neat, clear technical drawings for a drafting firm, coming home and playing an accoustic piano in my living room, having an appreciable and effective social life with my Pack, and sleeping in a REAL BED in a room that I AM RESPONSIBLE FOR at night.
I CAN BE A DRAFTSMAN. WHO DRIVES A HYBRID. WHO PLAYS PIANO. WHO HAS REAL FRIENDS. WHO OWNS AN APARTMENT.
What would you say about a guy like that? A guy who has a sleek professional office job that he might actually LOVE doing something necessary, driving a toyota prius (ihopeihopeihope!!), and can play piano? Wearing a sharp yet casual shirt, cargo khakis and a trench coat in a non-menacing manner?
Why, by gosh, you MIGHT call him classy.
JESUS CHRIST! I HAD NO IDEA IT COULD COME TO THIS!
NEWS FLASH: I got out of that interview with these words reverberating in my mind:
"We could start you on the 26th."
"We can offer you between $12.00 and $14.50 an hour."
"Right now we're running a 50-hour work-week, time and a half overtime."
"I would like to give you some experience, and find out if this company might have a greater use for you once we see what you can do."
"After your first 90 days, you get an evaluation, and after that, your benefits kick in."
"If you don't hear from me before Friday at 2pm, you call me."
Dude. BENEFITS! They offer medical and dental! they have 401k retirement plans! I could get paid almost DOUBLE my last job! And there's opportunity for advancement!!
I MIGHT BE A DRAFTSMAN!! I MIGHT GET TO SIT IN FRONT OF A COMPUTER ALL DAY AND DRAW--FOR CASH! GAINFUL, HONEST CASH! NO MORE BURGER FLIPPING! NO MORE SALES CLERKING! I have never once had the opportunity to look at the world through the eyes of someone who might actually possibly have a secure future... but dear lord it is beautiful.
Quitting my last job was the best god damned thing that happened to me--IF this works out.
NOW:
you may notice, I've attached a lot of conditionals above. If. Maybe. Might. Possibly. Could. That is because....
THIS IS WAY TOO FUCKING GOOD TO BE TRUE. Part of me is SURE that I'm about to hit a pitfall, about to faceplant myself into disaster. Part of me is absolutely positive that SOMETHING is going to come up because I don't deserve it or some stupid lame-ass reason like that. For FUCK'S SAKE, I WANT TO PROVE MYSELF! I WANT TO BE USEFUL! I WANT TO DESIGN SHIT SOMEDAY! Why is this so hard for me to accept?? ;_;
So... Even though this is the only basket that's gotten carried so far in my life, I'm not ready to put any eggs in it just yet. Hell, I'm not even going to be sure I have the job until I'm holding my first paycheck. I might not even be sure my life was ever that good even if I'm pondering it on my deathbed after an eighty year span of legendary architectural masterpieces... x.x
So...
I'll acknowledge I'm feelin' GREAT right now...
...but I'm not celebrating, no, not just yet.
SUDDENLY: I went to a job interview, and it went REALLY WELL. It's a DRAFTING JOB.
SUDDENLY: I'm looking at apartments. The one I looked at was REALLY NICE and I think I can even afford it!!
SUDDENLY: I am thinking of investing the paycheck I COULD CONCIEVABLY GET in the acquisition of a vehicle, and the prices SUDDENLY don't seem so outrageous anymore...
SUDDENLY: I am excited at the prospect of having to purchase my own groceries, cook my own food, and clean up after my own damned SELF.
SUDDENLY: I may have a whole living room to decorate, and I know juuuust the piano I want to put in the corner so I can reawaken my musical instincts...!
SUDDENLY: I am able to consider the possibility of a prosperous, blissful life, where I can wash my clothes without quarters, bathe regularly, enjoy walks in the evening, wake up in the MORNING and get into a toyota prius, spend all day churning out precise, neat, clear technical drawings for a drafting firm, coming home and playing an accoustic piano in my living room, having an appreciable and effective social life with my Pack, and sleeping in a REAL BED in a room that I AM RESPONSIBLE FOR at night.
I CAN BE A DRAFTSMAN. WHO DRIVES A HYBRID. WHO PLAYS PIANO. WHO HAS REAL FRIENDS. WHO OWNS AN APARTMENT.
What would you say about a guy like that? A guy who has a sleek professional office job that he might actually LOVE doing something necessary, driving a toyota prius (ihopeihopeihope!!), and can play piano? Wearing a sharp yet casual shirt, cargo khakis and a trench coat in a non-menacing manner?
Why, by gosh, you MIGHT call him classy.
JESUS CHRIST! I HAD NO IDEA IT COULD COME TO THIS!
NEWS FLASH: I got out of that interview with these words reverberating in my mind:
"We could start you on the 26th."
"We can offer you between $12.00 and $14.50 an hour."
"Right now we're running a 50-hour work-week, time and a half overtime."
"I would like to give you some experience, and find out if this company might have a greater use for you once we see what you can do."
"After your first 90 days, you get an evaluation, and after that, your benefits kick in."
"If you don't hear from me before Friday at 2pm, you call me."
Dude. BENEFITS! They offer medical and dental! they have 401k retirement plans! I could get paid almost DOUBLE my last job! And there's opportunity for advancement!!
I MIGHT BE A DRAFTSMAN!! I MIGHT GET TO SIT IN FRONT OF A COMPUTER ALL DAY AND DRAW--FOR CASH! GAINFUL, HONEST CASH! NO MORE BURGER FLIPPING! NO MORE SALES CLERKING! I have never once had the opportunity to look at the world through the eyes of someone who might actually possibly have a secure future... but dear lord it is beautiful.
Quitting my last job was the best god damned thing that happened to me--IF this works out.
NOW:
you may notice, I've attached a lot of conditionals above. If. Maybe. Might. Possibly. Could. That is because....
THIS IS WAY TOO FUCKING GOOD TO BE TRUE. Part of me is SURE that I'm about to hit a pitfall, about to faceplant myself into disaster. Part of me is absolutely positive that SOMETHING is going to come up because I don't deserve it or some stupid lame-ass reason like that. For FUCK'S SAKE, I WANT TO PROVE MYSELF! I WANT TO BE USEFUL! I WANT TO DESIGN SHIT SOMEDAY! Why is this so hard for me to accept?? ;_;
So... Even though this is the only basket that's gotten carried so far in my life, I'm not ready to put any eggs in it just yet. Hell, I'm not even going to be sure I have the job until I'm holding my first paycheck. I might not even be sure my life was ever that good even if I'm pondering it on my deathbed after an eighty year span of legendary architectural masterpieces... x.x
So...
I'll acknowledge I'm feelin' GREAT right now...
...but I'm not celebrating, no, not just yet.
Congratulations.
Likewise, cross your fingers for me as I am for you...I applied for an internship in Vermont for the summer, and I'm hoping for the phone interview today.
And if he calls and tells me I don't have the job... I'll just come home to MA ^^
Like a phenoix.