What happens when you slam one foot on the gas, the other on the break?

You go precisely where my current employment situation’s going. In the Online Support department, I’m waiting on papers to be pushed, things to be signed, and heads to be kicked in before HR people call me back with a potential start date. On the job possibility in Ottawa, I’m waiting for HR lady to get back to me. I spoke with her last week. She said she was looking into something. I called her the last two or three days this week, got her voicemail and no returned phone call. My mission, and I will choose to accept it, is to continue haunting her voicemail until such time as she either calls me back or suffers a small mental breakdown. In the meantime, I have an appointment this coming week to iron out a few more details re: the position here in Pembroke. Once that appointment happens, I should have a better idea who’s doing what and for how many cookies. Which means Ottawa’d better start haulling ass if they want me that badly. My bank account can’t take much more of this being unemployed thing–it may be first come, first served. Yes, even if the first that comes rates only slightly above jabbing me in the eye with a pitchfork. I can always move up from here; I can’t go much further down. I can, however, go back to this hockey game. So that’s what I’ll do.

PS: I said it before, and I’ll say it again. Job market, die in a goddamn grease fire. Thank you.

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