So apparently hell has frozen over. 
I was offered and accepted a job at PAWS wildlife, doing reception and admissions. I originally thought that it was a seasonal/part time position… Well it is seasonal… But it’s certainly not part-time.
I start this Tuesday, working 9am-5.30pm, Tuesdays thru Saturdays. and then later in the season I’ll switch to 10 hour days, 4 days a week. Yeah… 40 hours a week is not part time, and I’ll have a new weird weekend. What good club nights does Seattle have on Sunday night? I think the scary Dawg Tagz bar/scary cinderblock building with no windows might have karaoke that night or something…. hehe but anyways, I’ll be making some nice duckets.
I’m excited, but a smidgen nervous. Devon is totally bummed that he won’t have a housewife to run his errands anymore… I’m psyched to have a househusband (yeah he has a job, but he works from home) to have greet me at the door with a cocktail and have dinner on the table. hehe. I kid, I kid… Kinda…
Congratulations!!!
I’m mostly just worried that I won’t get to see my girl as much, and when I do she’ll be all tired and cranky. It’s hard to work a normal job and get 12 hours of beauty sleep a day… Or so the lemur tells me. Hence him not having a job.
Good luck!
yay job!
So having to limit your clubbing to Sunday nights at the Dawg Tagz gets mentioned as the first major issue for your new job? For a small fee, I’m willing to take some of my available time to check out the Sunday night club scene for you. And with your newfound mad loot, you can afford that! Frankly, I thought Dawg Tagz rocked last week when I was there…
Yay! (and they never called me either)