Wordless Wednesday: I Was Into Those Mini Coke Cans Before They Were Cool

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Adulting All Over the Place

Tomorrow’s my first day at my new job; technically, it’s my new temporary-indefinite-but-probably-permanent-unless-I’m-just-dreadful-at-it job that a very obliging staffing agency found me. I spent almost two months job hunting on my own, got exasperated—and slightly desperate when recruiters kept getting stuck on the fact that I have a master’s degree—and signed up at a staffing place that specializes in administrative/clerical placements and has pretty good reviews on multiple sites. Then BAM! Lucked into an assignment that seems like it’ll be a really good fit less than 24 hours after finishing a fuck ton of paperwork.

Basically, I get to double-check that computers have pulled the right information from invoices in the company’s A/P department so they can be sent on for payment. From the way they described it in my interview, it’ll be a chance to A) get away from customer service, which is a HUGE FUCKING PLUS and B) wallow in nitpicky little detail work eight hours a day. Plus, I now have a legitimate reason to make business cards with the following job title:

Empress of Invoices and Master Captcha Cracker

(I might or might not have actually browsed layouts for said business cards last night.) Plus, I get to wear my own clothes and work in a smaller department that has some fairly good prospects for moving up into the company itself. It also doesn’t hurt that I’ll be making three dollars an hour more than I was at the hotel. Seems like a pretty fair trade for not getting to wear my piercing at work anymore. I know it’ll get tedious, but I tend to thrive in tedium. See y’all on the flip side!

Daily Prompt: Easy Fix

Write a post about any topic you wish, but make sure it ends with “And all was right in the world.”

I don’t trust easy fixes. Sure, some things in life are just that simple. But this is life we’re dealing with, and life almost never goes down without a fight. Sometimes that easy fix only treats a symptom rather than rooting out the real problem, and sometimes it ends up complicating things even more.

I might not trust easy fixes, but I’m lazy enough to appreciate the time they save me. So I’ll take them as they come and deal with the complications as they pop up. And all was right in the world.

(Except probably not really. But that’s not my problem.)