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Office space

January 5, 2009
6:09 PM

Ladies and gentlemen… I am currently writing this post in a place that, to be honest, I never ever saw myself residing in again.

An office.

Specifically, a cubicle IN said office. The place where I now go to work. Yes, for all intents and purposes, I am now once more a part of the working class, and if there were such a thing as a drudgeon, that is what I’d be. It is, however, something of a funny story.

See, I’ve been telecommuting with Dave’s Gourmet for pretty much the entire last year while I was in Texas. Yeah – I was at home all the time, and it gave me ample time to work on the comic, but the comic doesn’t really pay the bills. Anyway, long story short, I was working from home, but last wednesday, I found out that there was basically no work left for me. Poof. My income dried up like that.

Never fear, though – I had a degree in the Culinary Arts! Except, see… one small thing. I might kill myself before I wind up working in a kitchen again. It’s grueling work, the pay is shit, and the hours suck ass. I’d never see Liz, and I’d wind up having no social life. While my degree is nice and all, like many others out there in the world, I just don’t ever really plan to use it anymore.

So, that pretty much leaves me with my only other fallback – graphic and web design. So I shotgunned some resumes, and believe it or not, I got a callback within HALF AN HOUR. Quick phone interview, and we set up an in-person interview for 10 AM the next day. (this was New Year’s Eve) 2 hours later, I had a job. That’s right – I was officially unemployed for a grand total of 18 hours.

And though I may not be excited to go back to work, it’s kind of right up my alley. I spend ALL my time doing graphics and web design, which means I can actually study PHP, CSS and SQL and not get in trouble for it, and it’s my first-ever salaried position. None of this dickering about hours. Small, quiet office, and I get more or less left to myself. I couldn’t ask for more.

It remains to be seen if the office will wind up in the comic at any point, just ’cause I kinda gotta make sure my boss is cool with it, but at least I’ll be able to have a roof over my head for the forseeable future, now. :)