get a full-time job

Yesterday it became official! I have my contract! I will be working full-time as a Field Specialist for Quinn Developmental Services after I finish my internship. I finish at Bethany on Friday 9/12 and start at QDS on Monday 9/15!

I have taken my state test now I am waiting on my certification results. Should get them in the next week.

I do want to, and still can, freelance, but finding a full-time job, yay health insurance, has been awesome for keeping me on a schedule. I get schlumpy if I don’t have to go to a job. Maybe the corporate machine has twisted me too far, but I like it so I guess I’m in a good place.

First things first. I need to get a full time job. I’ve been working the last 5 monthes for only 2 or 3 hours a day and it makes me feel like a loser. I’m only 19 and just out of high school but still.

I know I can probably get by just fine working part-time, but I would feel a lot more secure if I had more money. I’m so worried that something big is going to come up after I buy a house and that I won’t be able to handle it.

As of Monday I’m offically in the fold, with all the crap like medicals to ensure I’m fit. health insurance so the government don’t have to fork out ACC, Proper overtime, training incentives, upskilling requirements and the big speach about being a saftey concisous team player and honest reliable coworker cos I’m one their most vauable assets now. I’m fast tracked into Kiwi saver, have a vauge promises of share options, pay reviews and long service accument if I can handle the joys of minor construction (our department). On the plus side they have branches in the NZ and Aus so maybe I can transfer out of this god fearing provincal capital into a truely debauchourus and alienating city. Or some back blocks branch where everyone’s a hard cunt fresh of the farm and do it large in the boondocks. But I’m fulltime, permanant and sign sealed dilivered. (just don’t ask about how I beat the drug test)

or cog the great machine or whatever. I really should give up on this I’m working fulltime as a temp-semi-skilled-builders-labourer. That’s right it’s on my payslip each week. I even get sick pay and penal rates and Kiwi Saver. But I’m not fulltime cos I’m still “permanant temporary staff” that’s right it sounds like an oxymoron but it’s actaully quite smart cos they can fire me anytime with like two seconds notice for whatever reason they see fit. But they call it permanant so we get complacent and stay downtrodden. Still at least I keeps me off the streets and I’m squireling away the cash for when my boss grates a bit too much and I tell him so and he hands me the DMC.

i have escaped the land of temp office positions and “freelance” work and will finally be among the medically insured again. and on the beach too! hooray! even better is that i’ll be working back in my field and am really, really excited. let’s hope & pray that it works out the way i hope it does!

I have this song ringing in my head, the corus to a song I don’t even know who it is but it goes “Back in the fold! Back in the fold! . . .” then repeats in my head. Three months of working and minimal contact with my unemployed friends. They’re still where I left them three months ago. It’d be easy to take my acummulated cash and bum it for a while like them but I want more out life than that. Goddamn the lack of good building projects to work on in this city.

Had an interview yesterday for a job that’d be almost prefect for me. Possum control, nowhere to spend money, oppurtunity to make lots of it and a lot of fun along the way. A bank will be more likely to believe I can farm and give me a morgage if I’ve been working outside in rural areas for a few years. I think the interview didn’t go well though. I tried to play up my hardened farmboy childhood and play down ten years of pissing around and don’t think he brought it. He asked me if I used drugs, was I fit, what I thought about 1080. I thought I was doing alright til i went to leave and said “See ya later,” like he would, cause he’d hire me. But he didn’t answer me and by the look on his face I could see he was thinking he wouldn’t hire me. still find out monday, and i can always keep selling my soul for $13 an hour on unstable temp work.