Hired!
At this point I think I can safely say that I got the job at the West Bend Daily News as a general assignment reporter. Although the job does not pay terribly well, I will get health coverage. Further, the hours are perfect for me; at 30 hours/week, from W-Sat., I will have enough time to focus on my own studies. I’m planning on keeping my Friday night and Sunday day shifts at Bally’s, if they will have me.
I was offered the job on Monday, but according to company protocol a new employee must undergo a drug screening test within 24 hours. I took the invasive and humiliating drug test on Monday. The specimen was mailed to Cedarburg probably the next day. Because I have not heard back from anybody—and because they want me to start next Wednesday—I am assuming I passed. If I don’t get any phone calls some time today telling me otherwise, I’ll be 100% sure I passed.
It’s a huge weight off of my shoulders knowing that I’ll have health insurance again. It’s also nice to be able to work for a daily newspaper, no matter how small, because I need that kind of experience.
My financial aid came in last Saturday, and with this new job, I can finally and happily say that I am no longer broke—I’m poor!—but not broke. I never thought being poor could feel so good.
I was offered the job on Monday, but according to company protocol a new employee must undergo a drug screening test within 24 hours. I took the invasive and humiliating drug test on Monday. The specimen was mailed to Cedarburg probably the next day. Because I have not heard back from anybody—and because they want me to start next Wednesday—I am assuming I passed. If I don’t get any phone calls some time today telling me otherwise, I’ll be 100% sure I passed.
It’s a huge weight off of my shoulders knowing that I’ll have health insurance again. It’s also nice to be able to work for a daily newspaper, no matter how small, because I need that kind of experience.
My financial aid came in last Saturday, and with this new job, I can finally and happily say that I am no longer broke—I’m poor!—but not broke. I never thought being poor could feel so good.
posted by semite1973 at 9:33 AM
2 Comments:
*happy dancing for you*
Well, now that you're rolling in the dough - you should go visit a kiosk for Dead Sea Products in the Mall. I use their scrub, and it seems that the girls working the booth are all gorgeously fit IDF vets in the states for a year to chill out.
I'm telling you - a treasure trove.
In my city they girls working at the mall are probably zit faced and fat... but if I was in your neck of the woods, I'd certainly find a reason to buy myself some dead sea mud-- and then ask them to apply it on me.
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