"So were you born and raised around here?" I asked a new co-worker yesterday.
He promptly replied, "No, I'm from Green County. It's like a hundred miles from here."
With plans of moving in a few months, job hunting is a bit... awkward. Soon after coming to town, I started working for a handyman down the street, but after about a month, he ran out of work. So I quickly landed a job working for another local carpenter, but his work soon dried up after about a month as well. (Don't look at me. I like to think of it as if I just work so hard, I keep working myself out of a job.)
So last Tuesday I headed off to the big city of Lexington to find some temp work. I visited about a half dozen staffing agencies. Two took my resume, and only one had me fill out an application. I was feeling a bit defeated.
Wednesday I decided I might as well get some cash out of the day, so I went into donate plasma. Long story short, I ended up blacking out during the procedure. My pulse dropped down into the forties. I went into convulsions and dry heaves, but you better believe I walked out with my $25.
Thursday about 5:30AM, I found myself at a "work today paid today" labor staffing service, and by 7:30AM I was listening to five of the seven guys on my crew compare notes about their prison experiences. That day we unloaded about 350 pieces of furniture, and I went home with a wapp'n $50.
Friday, I was contract labor for a moving company (Excuse me, we are not "movers." We are "installers"). This company has hired me, and I've been working there this week. It's good work and pay considering my "career goals."
On a serious note, one of my new co-workers took advantage of a moment we were alone today, and he referred to me as "a man of God" and asked a very personal theological question. It made all of last week worth it.
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