My job is fucking awesome

For the last two years, I’ve worked very part-time as a respite care specialist. All I do, basically, is go to people’s houses and baby-sit special needs children, and get paid by the state. It was good, but sporadic, work.

I used to work part-time (actual part-time, not slacker part-time) in high school and take a full course load, so the last two years have been extremely lazy. I basically don’t do much more than sit on my ass, read ahead of the syllabus for my classes (a necessity, given that all my of classes this semester are either law or philosophy and require a ton of reading and writing), blog, and occasionally pick up an hour or two here or there of work.

After the mid-summer disaster in which I figured out that I’m too poor to study abroad and my university is a bunch of cheapskates and won’t help me, I decided that it was about time I went back to work and padded my savings.

I might be one of the few people on the planet that likes working, especially working on mindless repetitive tasks. It’s like a paid vacation from my theoretical philosophy and law bullshit. Believe it or not, I also procrastinate much less when I’m working because I can’t afford to. I figured that with my GPA slowly dropping, it was about time for me to be productive. Oh, and the pay-check is always a plus.

So I applied everywhere last summer. I got little to no response, probably because for someone in their early twenties, I have a lot of working experience and I’d probably be taking a pay cut compared to what I was paid at sixteen as a bank intern. No, I’m not kidding.

One of the places I applied was this independent bookstore that I’ve lived by for over a decade. I love the place a ton, but they weren’t hiring. I put in my application, just in case, and started tagging more probable sources like call centers (ick), retail stores (double ick), and banks (boring, but I got experience).

Lo and behold, the shitty economy produced no interest for three months. Then, earlier this month, I get a call back from a bank, and they wanted me to work cash management at their corporate head quarters a block from the university. The catch was that it was second shift, and I’d be working 5pm-11pm, 30 hours a week, which was way more time than I really wanted to work, having a full schedule and all. They paid well, really really well, and it was the only thing I had gotten a bite on in three months, so I told them I’d think about it and call them back in two weeks.

Wonders of all wonders, the independent bookstore I first applied at called me two days before the deadline for the bank job. They apparently had expanded so much that they desperately needed someone to do database crap for them. My resume was on the top of the pile because of my weird class hours and computer background. I’d have to work 20 hours, but I could totally choose my own schedule. Only catch was that I would be making less than I what I made at eighteen.

So, I figured: fuck it. I’d rather work for a place with a liberal and progressive business model than another corporate asshole. I’d definitely rather go to work in flip-flops, a t-shirt, and shorts than wear a polyester pencil skirt. It would also be really fucking cool to set my own damn hours. Did I mention the 40-50% discount on every book in the store?

I accepted the job at the independent bookstore. I started today, and I am definitely not regretting that choice. I get my own desk, set my own schedule, and go to work wearing what I’d wear to class (no makeup, sandals, cargo shorts and a band shirt). I get to borrow any book in the store, for free, on the condition I write a staff review for it. I get 50% off everything in the all-natural really awesome cafe next door. I can pierce my face and get a tattoo and nobody cares. If I’m strapped for cash, my boss can give me a paycheck advance or a no-interest loan. I get to rub elbows with all the politicians and authors that come in for book signings and local events. Every quarter, I get a check as part of the profit-sharing initiative.

Well, damn. I could make minimum wage there and still be happy.

Posts might be a bit sporadic as I train, but I don’t see myself abandoning blogging anytime soon. I love you guys, but I love my classes, and I think I’m going to really love my job. You might see a lot of posts about books though.

In closing, fuck you chain stores, I work independent now!

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Posted on September 11, 2008, in Info, Reading. Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. Yay! Your job sounds awesome! It’s nice not to have to work in the service industry, ain’t it? :)

  2. Congrats on the new job. Sounds great!

  3. Congratulations! Real life always takes precedence over blogging, especially when real life is as awesome as it sounds like it is for you.

  4. This sounds like a good fit, and I’m glad you’re where you want to be! It’s wonderful to support independent businesses, and they are most fortunate to have you.

  5. Level Best, you’re going to make my head swell to larger proportions than it has already reached.

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