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You may be wondering why I used such an ominous title for this post. I would be too, since I would be thinking “but Justin, you’re not God. Why are you copying his quotations? If He finds out, you’re going to Hell. And Ellen will eventually be in Hell too because she is gay.” *cue audience gasping*

No, the reason I say that is there’s finally a light at the end of the tunnel in terms of work for me. Please let me explain. Tuesday morning, I woke up in a bit of a funk. I don’t know what specifically caused it, but what I do know is that I no longer had the patience to deal with going into work at Sobey’s any longer. Maybe it was the tonsillitis wearing me down, maybe it was the fact that I had absolutely no motivation to make barely over minimum wage to be condescended to by any idiot who doesn’t understand the difference between a tomato and toilet paper. Anyways, I woke up, decided I wasn’t going to go anymore, and my life has seemingly been better ever since.

After making such an executive decision, I decided that my brain needed a rest, so I went back to sleep for a while longer before waking up to start job hunting again. Ashleigh and I drove around to a bunch of different retail stores around my area, but every time I so much as pulled into the parking lot of each of them, all I could feel was this sense that if I was to get a job in a retail setting again, I’d be just as miserable. Whether I’m selling foot powder or wine, pumping gas or renting out movies, standing behind a register while fighting back the urge to sarcastically ask every customer “paper or plastic” while I sarcastically punch them in the throat for asking the same fucking question as the last 10 assholes just isn’t my thing.

Walking in the door rejected and dejected, we decided to look online for jobs. I wasn’t expecting to find much, because any jobs you find online are either going to be IT jobs (hahahahahahahahahahahaha IT jobs hahahahahahah in Winnipeg? hahahahahahahahah *gasp* hahahahahahaha) or factory jobs (I’m looking at you, Government of Canada job bank). Well surprise of surprises, I found a few IT jobs that I might actually be suited for. Needless to say I applied to them so fast that NASA might need to come up with a measurement faster than “Mach”.

You can also imagine the elation that swept over me when the very next day, I got calls from 2, count ‘em 2, different places. One turned out to be a dud where I’d be making $10/hour (same as what I was making at Sobey’s) operating a plotter (essentially a huge printer) but it would also be on the other side of the city. No thanks. The other one however? *pumps his arm in excitement* Doing support for a chemotherapy device sold to hospitals world wide. As if that wasn’t good enough, it’s downtown (good), and it’s going to be easy as hell (better).

Oh yeah, and the position pays $45,000/year to start. CHA-CHING!

Yesterday afternoon was my first interview which went extremely well. I met with the recruiter at a coffee shop called The Fyxx and we just talked about my background in IT, where I’d eventually like to go in my career, etc. All the usual things they ask you while they attempt to size you up. Apparently I impressed the pants off of her because barely two hours later, she called me to tell me that she had set up an interview with the actual company for Friday (today).

*cue Justin doing his happy dance in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…*

Which brings us to today. All I need to do is charm an HR person and my potential boss this afternoon and I’ll have a new job that should hold me over until Ashleigh can finish moving into her new apartment and commence job hunting in Calgary. We’ve spent the last week painting the place, and I can’t wait until she’s all moved in, so that she can get her computer going and hit Monster, Workopolis, and all those other wonderful websites in the hopes that someone in Cowtown will want to give a Winnipeg woman a chance.

Anyone know of any businesses in Calgary that need a Marketing Coordinator?