on the move
4 05 2008Gasp. Finally found a job after six–no wait, seven–months of bumming around. And just when I thought I was going to atrophy into nothing after being such a useless lump for so long… So to celebrate, let us watch this, the coolest opening theme in the history of ever (if the embedding works)!
Now I don’t usually praise my good fortune for fear of jinxing myself, but far be it from me to be ungrateful to the good Lord, no sir. Good pay, full benefits even for part-timers, and a great view of the Vancouver waterfront–and best of all, a hipster lifestyle that’s way too good for a third-world country hick like me. Most ironic, though, is the fact that I’m back working in tech support. I don’t get it. I’m a guy whose idea of tech support is swearing at the computer, and yet somehow keep reeling in this type of job. Destiny? I would hope not, for the sake of the millions of cable subscribers in Western Canada… but anyway.
It’s a great feeling to get the ol’ heart pumping with some honest, good, old-fashioned work again. Gives a man a feeling of self-worth, see? Look at me! I’m a young, upwardly mobile, urban professional! Movin’ my way up the big leagues, bizzoy! But I keep hoping this isn’t just some evil genie scenario where I wish for honest, good, old-fashioned work–and then end up neck-deep in it. And then get fired afterwards. But like I said, far be it from me to be ungrateful. Let zem enjoy the feeling of euphoria while it lasts. Ahhh.
And while we’re on the subject of movin’, we just moved to a community in the Vancouver city proper (which seems to have a fair populace of Filipinos for some reason). Now I can actually tell my friends “I live in Vancouver” plain and simple, instead of in a roundabout way like “I live somewhere in the outskirts of Vancouver/Lower Mainland/Greater Vancouver Area.” Oh, and I am completely exhausted from hauling furniture. During the weekday, at that. I mean, damn. Sooo tired. To make love to the night, in sweet, harmonious slumber…
And again, speaking of moving… moving on, that is, from a clearly hopeless infatuation with–well, let’s just say I clearly haven’t. And that is sad. Even sadder is the fact that nowadays, I believe she works in an office just across the river from my workplace. This can only mean bothersome thoughts of what life won’t give me every time I stare out the window from the 9th floor.
Congrats on the new job! You’re in the big leagues now, Mister.
Say, maybe you could put in a good word with your boss about me. I’m getting married next week and I am coming back from my honeymoon broke and unemployed. Does your office need a bubble-headed secretary? How about a bubble-headed technical illustrator? Frankly, anything that requires bubble-headedness is what I am looking for.
Have fun!
Congrats to you too! So, who’s the unfortunate fellow? (Heheh. Just kidding!) Well… just so you know, Shaw seems to be hiring like crazy at the moment (which explains how someone as incompetent as me got in), so you might want to check them out. The openings are mostly for bubble-headed customer service reps, but they might have what you’re looking for, too.
Also, I’m just on my second week here and I’m not even on the phones yet, so I don’t even know who my boss is supposed to be. Here’s something, though–if you do decide to apply, tell them I’m the one who recommended you, and we could split my $600 finder’s fee down the middle. Heheh!