Well, a good prospect. Not so much a good job. Still better than some.
Better, for example, than the one I talked with a crew boss about by phone the same day I went in for an interview about the better prospect. As it emerged in the call, the job would pay $7.25/hour. Is that higher than minimum wage? But it would be easy mentally. Driving railroad crews from place to place.
I was kind of tempted. I've done enough thinking for pay for one lifetime. Let the GPS find the way and just steer. Trouble is, I would have to get all the way across town (about a half hour) to get the van to start the trip after getting a dispatch call that could be fairly short notice and at any time of day or night or weekend. With one car available to two of us, there's no way I could see making it work. Too bad. I already was loading old radio dramas on the iPhone to listen to along the way.
The better prospect is another telemarketing thing. $10/hour but with commission potential. The trick is getting people who call about credit card offers to actually sign up on the phone instead of later.
I can do that. The drawback (or advantage, depending on point of view and ulterior motives) is the hours are 1:30 to 10 pm four weekdays and 11:30 am to 8 pm one weekend day.
That would mean send Candi off to work starting at 9 am then have the rest of the morning and noon hour to myself before biking or walking or busing to work. It's a 20 minute bike ride. Then an early bedtime after getting home.
Candi actually signed off on this, after only minimal wailing. Maybe she's anticipating me encouraging her to get some nooky where she can to fill in for me on weekdays.
The interview went really well, I thought. A hitch is I'm signed up for a legal seminar to get all of my legal ed credit for the year in 2 days, and one of the days would be during the training period. I may have to have explosive diarrhea that day, but then come in for the last 3 hours of training that night. Missing at all might be a fireable offense, but I'm not giving up my law license.
I know the bike ride is 20 minutes because I tested it yesterday afternoon. It was a far cooler day than forecast, so after the 3 miles to the office building, I hopped on the adjacent bike trail and kept going. I told Candi I kept going on the trail, but she protested later that I hadn't been clear enough with that or another text saying an hour later I was about to turn around.
I did 21 miles in 2 1/2 hours and felt really good afterward. She had a six-colored cow when I told her the mileage upon picking her up. She took up well more than 2 1/2 hours griping. There was fist shaking and finger displaying and all kinds of distressing words coming from her mouth, while I kept pretty cool about it, standing by my right to decide to ride 21 miles or 8 miles or nothing, depending on how I read the weather and my body.
So it goes.
This morning she sparked it again by ripping into me for not eating lunch yesterday (after a pretty hefty breakfast). It ticked off the ways she feels she is entitled to control my actions, but that I disagree with her authority over. She didn't pull the "I pay the rent" card, but did flash the very tired "you know where to find the door" ploy.
I said I don't have any good options. Not conceding her right of control, though I yield more these days than I did when I was paying my share or paying for her rent during months she was off work. Just recognizing out loud my lack of viable options with no money and being on the lease.
The best thing I see about this job is reducing the number of hours of exposure to Candi's "anxiety antics." The quote is from an email I came across between her ex and her sister when sis was taking up for Candi on a dispute they were having back when the kids said they wanted to live with dad. He defended taking the kids because of their tiring of their exposure to their mother's "anxiety antics."
I knew exactly what he was talking about. I wish I didn't identify so much with this scumbag, but he knew how to accurately describe what we both experienced. Of course, he got out.
Anyway, the interview lady said she would start calling people they're hiring next Wednesday.
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