First of all, thanks to everyone who either commented or e-mailed me to commiserate on my recent job loss or wish me luck in finding a new one. You must be a powerful lot because I had a new job in less than a week.
What am I doing? Well, I'm working as an administrative assistant at a dialysis clinic in a long-term health care facility. Quite a switch from staff writer to health care administration, but just like any port in a storm, any job during a recession will work. And I got it through my friend, John - proving beyond any doubt that it's not qualifications that gets you jobs, it's who you know and how good your timing is. The paycheck is similar and the hours are actually better. I'm not getting paid for writing, but at least I'm getting paid. You can't argue with cash. Not only that, but I'm still doing freelance work for Out Front Colorado, so on the whole, I managed to escape this whole episode relatively unscathed.
Last week, however, was a long hard slag. You know how that first week at a new job is - getting used to a new schedule and a new routine, finding a new route to work, meeting new people, fucking up new tasks, no full paycheck until you work a whole pay period, new bosses, new pecadilloes. I hate being the new kid on the block, too. At least I knew how to write - I know nothing about dialysis.
