I just got hired at a big box retailer. I never thought I’d do that. Yeah, I worked at a big box bookstore, but there are few indy bookstores in this area. The few that exist are staffed by one or two people tops. So I had my interview yesterday. No, I actually had three interviews. In a row. I could see the mismanagement already when personnel had a hard time scrounging up managers to interview me. Then I had to go down the street to a clinic for a drug test. Did I eat any poppy seed bagels recently? No, I got the results today, I was clean. I was actually shocked at the amount of money I am being offered to ring up people’s diapers and pop and snack foods. It’s more than I made as assistant manager at a huge video rental chain. Michael and I are going to start socking away money to buy a house next year. No more apartment living for us.
Oh, the joy of having my own money again. Michael said tonight, “you’re married, so you cannot be penniless.” Well, no, but I don’t have money of my own either. I have to ask for grocery money, for thrifting money, for library fine money. It will be so nice to get paychecks again. I am going to buy Michael a pair of Nike Shocks. He keeps saying he want them, but they cost $150. I mean, he bought me a new sewing machine for cripes sake. It will be nice to treat him. I figure I can save at least $25 a week, so I can buy them in 6 weeks. For our 3 month anniversary.
I hate starting new jobs. I hate now knowing what I’m doing. I hate not knowing people’s names. I hate the idea of having to card people for buying beer. I do relish the thought that I will have tons of dumb customer stories and stupid redneck stories. I also look forward to having money to throw around at Goodies and Sallies. There is a new Sallies I have not even been to yet because I’ve been jobless for so long. Sacrilege.