So here I sit on the cusp of yet another change. As I posted last month I’d been considering a degree of some sort in business management.
Well I’m here to tell you it’s all rumor and speculation! “Take that Calculus!” Instead I turned my attention to Fine Arts, particularly the Visual arts. I figured that I’d enjoy playing with paint and drawing naked people more than I would calculus and economics. The only thing about economics I care about is how much money I have in the bank and when the next amount is to be deposited. Beyond that I could care less. So I changed my application to Fine Arts, ‘fine,’ said the registrar. The process seemed easier every day until one fateful day about a week and a half ago…..
The day started like any other day, with me swearing at the radio and trudging across the cold floor to turn it off. I sauntered through the morning shower, got dressed and sat down to my morning fruit shake. A bit of background on the last while, I can saunter through the morning routine as I haven’t had that much work since Christmas. That was when the reality hit me, it goes like this… I’m going to school… I don’t have work… I won’t have money…. I’m going to school??? I don’t have money!!! Why the hell am I going to school then?
I needed a job, not just any job, a good job. So I started on my resume, I needed to anyway as the school wanted it for my application (which is temporarily suspended until I get a clue). I canvased the local electronic stores, even went so far as to send a resume to RBC in Winnipeg…. I know, I know…. Then I went to the Student loan website and did a need assessment. It laughed at me and said I was better of financially than most people. It said, ‘You own a house and a car. You make money, something a lot of students don’t seem to be able to do, and your wife has a job. Thus as per our assessment of your need we’d give you a piece of paper saying, ‘Better luck next time.’.’
So this week rolls around with a service call to a local cabinet company. They needed an airbrush specialist (me) to come and spray away some problems on a bunch of doors. Dad and I waltzed into the facility and I set to work right away on finishing their doors. 4 hours or so later I was finished to the surprise of the staff who’d been planning on tossing the doors. They looked perfect (not surprising since it’s me we’re talking about). The boss then asked Dad for his resume for the Production Manager position. Yesterday he got the job! Wooot!! I too applied and have yet to hear back, hopefully on Monday I’ll hear something.
Now I wait. Hopefully I’ll hear something soon and I’ll post the glorious update asap.
Oh and another thing…. 24 is a day away…. and no I don’t mean the TV show.
21 - got married
22 - bought a house
23 - had a baby and bought a car
24 - got my first real job outside of Shading Spaces….TBA
Happy 24, dude. Hope it’s a good one.