Guess what, guys!
I GOTS ME A JORB!!!
(Well, it's not officially mine until I pass the drug test/background check tomorrow, but as I haven't imbibed any illegal substances, nor committed any felonies, I feel pretty comfortable making the announcement.)
It's not the most glamorous job in the world, nor is it the worst. What it is is a job at the Goodwill Broadway Book Loft in downtown San Diego. It is a Goodwill for BOOKS ONLY. (Well, and I suppose movies and possibly music, but you know what I meant.) And my title (as it has been given me thus far) is BOOKSELLER. That's right BOOKSELLER. (Suck on that B&N. If you don't want to make me a BOOKSELLER, then someplace else will. Someplace that will not, in fact, be more concerned about me selling B&N memberships than actual BOOKS.) BECAUSE I LOVE SELLING BOOKS!
Okay, enough with the CAPITAL LETTERS for now.
I keep talking the job down when I tell people about it, and I'm not sure why. I mean, Goodwill itself doesn't sound like a very prestigious job, but it's better than the job I had previously (aka: none) and it is definitely much better than working at McDonalds (which I have done before). I'm not ashamed of it, really. I think it's a pretty spiffy little job to have gotten. It mixes my love of books with my love of not having more responsibility than I can handle. I think my talking-it-down tendencies come from my fear that, if I appear to love the idea of the job too much, people might be all, "Goodwill? She's that happy about a job at Goodwill? Boy, she is the least ambitious, least potential-having person I know."
But why should I care about people who would react that way?
I'm friggin' excited to be getting back out there and earning some monies doing something I actually care even a little bit about.
I would rather work at a Goodwill bookstore than have a corporate job that I absolutely loathe.
Yeah. There I go, pep-talking myself up. (I haven't had anybody talk down to me about the job yet, so I have no idea why I'm so up-in-arms about it. Huh. I'm a weirdo.) Yeah, I can be peppy if I want to! w00t!
In other news, NaNoWriMo is going pretty well so far. I'm ahead of schedule by about 300 words, and have a few little ideas about things to write that will help keep me going and shouldn't tax me too far outside my abilities. (Because NaNo should never tax you outside your abilities, right?) So far, November is looking to be a pretty good month!
Well, except for the fact that my doctor's office hasn't called me back to schedule that skin biopsy yet.
But we don't think about that.
Anyways, I don't have much else to say and my laptop battery is about to die, so I'll wrap this up for now. Just wanted to share the good news with all y'all.
Man, I hate the word "y'all."
Why did I just use it?
I'm weird sometimes.