Time to Upset the Applecart

Hello and welcome to Free Agency, baby. When I got home and checked my messages I'd gotten a call from Sturm Rugers, which is the place down Newport way where Jen and I both applied. In fact, it's the place where Jen had her interview last night. I had no idea if they'd call me or not; they seem like a difficult place to get into. But having reviewed my application they would like to see me. This is exciting. I don't know which position exactly they want to interview me for as I cast a pretty wide net on my application, but who cares? A place out there is interested in meeting me, and that's a first step in a good direction. And it's only the first of many applications I intend to float out there as part of the Larger Plan.

I've needed to exit my current job for some time now. I've been unhappy and felt unappreciated (employee of the month notwithstanding). I've been beat down and stepped on. I've had job bids that I won taken back because they need me where I am. I'm at a dead-end. There's nowhere to go: I can't move up, and I can't even move sideways. And the communist payrate by levels is really bugging me, too. None of this is new, and I've wanted to go, but I never got off my ass and did anything about it. Until lately. Until Jen motivated me to get up and take a shot.

So I have to call back and schedule this interview. I'm not that nervous about it yet. There are things I do very well, and job interviews are one of them. Sometimes getting a place to give me a shot is difficult, but once I get to the interview I always ace it.

Another thing I have going for me is my stellar job history. My last two jobs alone stretch all the way back to 1994, for crying out loud. If I go all the way back to 1987, when I first started at Stop N Shop at the age of 16 for $3.55 an hour, that's still only five (5) jobs.

My god, I've been working for twenty years.

While I don't have a new job yet just the idea that I'm taking an interview somewhere should be enough to raise some significant fear in all the right places tomorrow, as long as I'm careful how I dole it out. I'm going to mention it to Jennifer, obviously, and then she should actually take care of the rest for me without me having to do anything else.

I wonder who will screen the horrible things I have to work on after I'm gone.