In Coffee Spoons

Hey, actual stuff is happening in my life. I think actual events in my life comprise about two percent of this journal.

I finally got a job doing one-hour photo at Rite Aid. I'm not getting much time in at all, but it took me so goddamn long just to get this. And as I understand it, Barack Obama is going to give us all a six-figure job and a tub of prescription medications upon inaugaration.

Things I have processed photos of:

* Newborn puppies
* Homely children
* Republican National Convention
* Dead deer
* My thumbs

I'm also back in school, or will be starting in January, for a two-semester CMC course. CMC stands for Certified Medical Clerk, but I plan to make up much more interesting answers for conversation. Medical Terminology class + Medical Ethics & Law class = Dr. Gregory House v2.0.

Last but not least, my goddamn meds quit working. Well, sort of. The beneficial effects stopped, and the side effects kicked in full force. Awesome. My GP offered to add Zyprexa to my meds, which would be combining an antidepressant, an anticonvulsant, and an antipsychotic. My GP is a GP for a reason. Time to find a psychiatrist.

Further bulletins as events warrant. (That is probably a well-intentioned lie.)

So I'm back in Roscommon. I just couldn't find work in Ann Arbor, and couldn't afford to stay and keep looking.

Oh, well. I had a really good summer on my own. I pared down a lot of my stuff so it'll be easier to move next time. I know where my resume needs improvement and where I want to get some qualifications.

Just gonna regroup and move on.

Plan: Find a job, probably in Grayling, and build my savings back up. Prepare all of my citizenship papers. Find out what's involved in getting qualifications in medical transcription. Possibly get my driver's license. Be ready to try again, this time in Toronto, by February.

I keep saying I'm headed there, and a million little things keep getting in the way.

All I can do is regroup and move on. As many times as it takes.

Until I get there.

Got my own place, moving in on Monday. Good deal. Two bedrooms. Turning one into a library/study deal for my computer and my acres of books, probably a futon for guests. Cheap because it's in the basement and thus minus a patio/balcony and big windows. (Hello, this is why light bulbs were invented.) It's in the same building, so I already know what I'm getting. Only have to drag this furniture downstairs rather than across town.

Got a job with an environmental activist group and then almost immediately quit it. Hey, fuckers, I will give you points for hiding so well behind a legitimate organization, and for the mastery with which you handled your bait-and-switch with the slave wages. Good luck with your fake environmental petitions used to sell personal information to mailing lists!

Places I have put applications in:

* The library! Hooray! I want to work at the library. This is my number one choice right now.

* Generic Business OfficeCorp Inc. I think they sell computer stuff. Data entry position.

* Orchid Lane. Sells fair-trade imports from places like India and Nepal.

* Middle Eastern restaurant I forget the name of but it doesn't matter cause I know where it is.

* The Gandy Dancer, the overpriced snooty restaurant down the block from me. Do not actually want this one but will take it if I have to.

* Bagel factory. Not a store called the Bagel Factory, but an actual factory where they make the bagels. Probably not the Willy Wonka wonderland of magical carbohydrates that I am imagining.

This is minus the places I'm likely not getting, since I applied at the beginning of the month and haven't heard anything.

Going out tomorrow to put some more applications in, more office positions and housekeeping positions that I would take but grumble about.

Doing really well overall. I'm psyched about the apartment. I'm confident that I can get a job, and soon. I'm signing up to volunteer with Robot Supply & Repair, the local branch of 826 National. I'm meeting some new people, a lot of other film geeks. I'm enjoying living somewhere that isn't stagnant and dying.

Woo!

This is me *finally* updating about my move more than a week after it happens, go me.

Not that, you know, moving and looking for work and looking for a second apartment and getting all my everyday shit like library cards and grocery shopping in order keeps a person busy or anything.

The situation: I took a month-long sublet on a room in a two-bedroom apartment, giving me ample time to look for a job and my own place.

My roommate's name is Darren. He is preparing for medical school. He is adorkable. We see each other once, maybe twice a day, so it's working out just fine.





Better photos (I do not actually live in the dark):

Bedroom, view un

Bedroom, view deux

As you can see, I've already got some furniture type stuff. The guy who was here before me was heading overseas, and didn't want to try and move a bunch of furniture with him. He left me:

* Full mattress set

* Desk

* Computer chair

* Plastic storage bins

* Bookshelf

* Lamp

* Wastebasket

* Empty bag of candy

* Handful of loose change (Is anyone reading this familiar with South African currency?)

* Pervading cologne smell

AND

* An astounding amount of dust for a recently vacated room

Living room

Kitchen with five hundred year old stove (We, uh, like tea)

That kitchen rug is the bane of my existence. It will not stay put. I'm going to fucking duct tape it.

Things are going well. I spent this week settling in and putting in applications everywhere I could find and getting lost. Next week = more formal interviews, like at the hospital, and viewing apartments and probably getting lost some more.

More than anything, just thrilled to the fucking moon that this has finally happened. To the fucking moon, I say!