By the end of this second six-hour shift, I had nearly a hundred bucks cash in my wallet. This felt.. different. It felt good, I guess, but I still wasn't technically hired. I waited to hear back from my prospective bosses.
Over 24 hours passed and I was becoming restless. I ought to send them a thank-you email, I thought to myself (this being a lesson I've learned during my job hunt these past few weeks). Within an hour or two of sending that thank-you email I had a new message in my inbox.
Upon reading it, I immediately brandished my best Geddy Lee voice and sang, "THEY CALL ME THE WORKING MAN, I GUESS THAT'S WHAT I AM!"
I've already written a bit about why I've finally sought steady work in Washington Heights and the implications that this will have on my life (See the Turn like above). But believe it or not, I have a lot more to say about it, haha. Stay tuned for blogs about (un-) unjobbing, my new friend Kelly, my comrades at Liberato's grocery, and of course washing dishes!