The offers start coming?

I woke up at 5:30 a.m. yesterday with a stomach ache. I figured it was my body's way of telling me to get out and do something about this unemployment-- my mind has been stalling me! After a three phone calls placed to three temp agencies, (two went to voice mail, and the third offered me a 5-hour gig next Wed.) I grabbed the Oregonian and decided to go about this the old-fashioned way: Marching into an establishment and demanding a job.
I found three ads that were doable.
1. An upscale grocery store clerk
2. Mortgage loan officer, no training
3. Tutor

Since the grocery store was the closest, I started there. 45 minutes later I walked out with a $10/ hour paying gig, benefits in 90 days, flexible hours, evening shift just like I wanted.

I have NEVER been so excited to start working. I was glowing all day yesterday. The acknowledgement that someone actually thinks I am useful is greatly satisfing after nearly two months of rejection.

I also sort of convinced myself that this is the perfect setup to do some freelance writing, and I may just keep it this way... This morning I got an offer from an online woman's magazine to write a 1200-word profile on a certain college in Portland, for .20 cents a word. Turns out the baby I may be sitting has a daddy who is dean of admissions at this school! Ha! He also told me the alumni magazine is always hiring freelancers.

Now this is more like it! My planets may be slowly aligning...

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