psipsy

So, I survived working at AnimeUSA. Working for a convention has truly been a learning experience.

In more pressing news, I got a job offer. Am I gonna take it? Well, I don't really have a choice in the matter. Either I get a paycheck or not. The UC's all but dried up. Regardless, this place is mighty interested in me, and I'm mighty interested in them. While walking through there, my eyes got big. So..much..cool..stuff... Had to take a test first, and apparently I passed, as they called me later that day to ask if I want to come in for an interview. So I went to the interview, and they seemed more interested in giving me a tour of the place than asking questions. A good sign, really. Even better, is when my potential boss (he's cool as well) buys me lunch. None of the BS interviewing crap, like the infamous question "tell me about yourself and why you want to work here". That's pretty clear here. They think I'm good for it because I passed their test, and of course I want to work for a massive technological company, because they have the cooler toys. The Corning plant, that had some neat stuff, but once behind the scenes, it's kinda 'eh'. The magic's gone, y'know? But that's in the past. What matters now is that I get to use my mad phat old skool troubleshooting skillz. I haven't offically started the job yet, but they were pretty anxious to offer the job to me. I was only at home for a couple hours before I got the call with the offer.

Ever get that gut feeling, when you know something is going to happen? When I was there the first time for the test, I had that feeling, that yes this was the place. This was it. This was where everything came together. I didn't feel like a foreign particle, there was a big sense of welcome about it all. Maybe, by some weird twist of fate, it'll be all swiped away from me, no fancy job. Well, if that's the way the cookie crumbles, then that's that. So be it. I'll come up with something. Plan B is Plan A's greatest asset.

Well, decided not to do that box-packing gig for a temp job. Last week, I was counting on taking it as a backup plan. Now it seems so... disposable.

Such as it were, I probably should explain the subject title. Well, several months ago, as I was sitting in front of this here computer, I went to a porn site, (yes a porn site, don't get your knickers in a twist) and was greeted with a flurry of pop-up ads and such. Well, one of the ads happened to be for a job search service, and I thought, "hey, I could actually use this!" So I checked out the other site more closely, and found there were a variety of job fairs in the DC/Baltimore area. Checked out a bunch of those for the next couple months, and lo and behold, my future employer was there taking resumes, and they looked at mine and said, "hey, we could actually use this!" So that's that. Got a job because of an indirect result of a curiosity for dirty pictures. Go figure.

It's only fair, really. For as much time as I spend on this computer, which I believe is too much, it's bound to happen that some sort of reward comes out of it. It's just from a highly unlikely turn of events. What am I gonna get next out of it? Time will tell.

In other news, another of my livejournal friends disappeared. Time to add some more, I guess. The reason behind the latest casualty has to do with unsavory types leaving anonymous comments. Haven't had that problem myself. No natural enemies to wish me dead, or to otherwise try to seriously wreak havoc on me. Heh, I'm too easygoing anymore to make enemies. Perhaps it's better this way.

In the meantime, perhaps I should get some sleep. The week's only halfway over, and I still got a lot done.