Woot

Slight change of plan with the whole blog posting thing.  Up to now, since I have gotten here, I have been posting in the mornings.  Since I HAVE A JOB STARTING TOMORROW, where the woot of the title today came from, my mornings are suddenly going to be a bit rushed.  So I will start posting in the evenings instead.  Starting tonight.

Yes, so another quiet morning this morning.  Mistress got some Italian style beef casserole going in the slow cooker around lunch time. and I had an interview this afternoon.  Then I got a call about 2pm, from a recruitment agent, saying that she had put my resume forward to the government client she has, and they want me to start TOMORROW, repeat, TOMORROW.  One day of training, and then fully into it next week.  Customer service for a government department, no, that is not an oxymoron.  I asked the girl whether I could put her 'on hold', mainly, putting the phone down while I had a talk to Mistress about it.  The job ticked all the boxes I wanted, and that Mistress insisted on, so it was a goer.  When I got back to recruitment girl, I said I had just talked to the Boss, and everything was go.  Yay!!!

And then, when I got off the phone, endorphins rushing all over the place, and Mistress laughed out loud that I had called her Boss to a virtual stranger, and another of those huge hugs that I am making more of a habit of.  But still, the boss insisted that I go for the interview, and not to take anything less than $50K, just to get that thing out of my system I guess, not to go what might have been later on.

So yes, went for the interview, very relaxed setting, perhaps too relaxed, and seems a lovely place to work, and if I did go with them as the option, my boss would be another very cute blonde girl.  But I dunno, I am too honest in interviews, saying stuff that while honest, won't necessarily get me the job.  Then caught up with Sir in town, who was going to give me a lift home, but first would be looking at wargaming store, and then diverting to pick something up for work.  I had a flash of what it might look like from the outside, of us two walking along, both in suits, just mates.  Was an interesting vision.

Oh, and just remembering something I said to Mistress yesterday - I was confident in the suit going out to interview land and all, and I asked her whether I looked one million dollars or two million dollars.  Mistress said, with that smile you are ten million dollars.  Which made me squee inside even more.

Mistress is still down, quite a bit.  I am worrying about her again.  At least I can assist more financially around here - perhaps even she will let me pay the mortgage.  What is mine is hers.  She agreed, but she hopes it is only temporary.