Today the city council deliberated on this year’s operating budget. The part important to me was the decision of whether or not to turn my job into a permanent full-time position.
At 1:24 p.m., I called Kathryn at work.
KAT: Hello?
ME: Got it.
KAT: What?
ME: I got the job.
KAT: Shut up.
ME: Okay.
Much hooting and hollering followed, and Kat may have even shed a tear or two (that’s just her way). It’s a big deal for us because my getting a permanent job was really the final thing we needed in order to live in this area indefinitely. A difficult task by the simple fact that there aren’t a lot of web-based jobs out here in the willywags. If I didn’t get this one, I had a choice between Taco Bell and an escort service. I even had my “stage name” all picked out for the latter. Using the traditional method of taking my pet’s name and the street where I grew up, I determined my new name would have been Thor Guthrie. Nice, eh? Hey baby, behold the power of Thor’s hammer… and so on and so forth.
Anywho, I need no longer worry about selling tacos or my hot bod. Now all I have to worry about is selling stories and catching up on all the writing I’ve missed these past few weeks on account of all the stress I’ve been dealing with.
Unfortunately, Kat and I won’t get to celebrate until Sunday as she’s off to visit a friend in London this weekend (London, Ontario, that is). She mentioned her cousin Drew is looking for a wingman/drinking buddy on Saturday night (St. Paddy’s Day and all), so I’ll probably go out and pound a beer or two. Maybe even three or four.
I feel like I deserve it.
Congrats, Ian. That’s great news.
This is a good veil to leave behind.
You got that right, Sam. Thanks!
Congrats!
Thanks, Jeff!
Now all you have to worry about at budget time each year is whether they want to keep funding the job =D
Exactly. But at least I’m in. And they made the damn job union, so it’ll be that much harder to kill down the road. :)
Government jobs are usually pretty hard to get rid of, anyway. Congrats, again!
True enough. My sister-in-law has a government job and I think she’d have to take an AK-47 to work just to get a reprimand. Not that I would suggest such a thing…
“I’m afraid I was only able to give you a 3.5 on this year’s review. You would have received a 4, but I’m afraid that little incident with the assault rifle knocked your score down. I must say, I’m very disappointed and we have placed a strong letter of reprimand in your file.”
Exactly. “Next time aim it toward the Accounting office and maybe we can see a way toward expunging your record.”
There’s probably a story in there somewhere
I actually have an idea for an office story. No AK-47s, alas. Kind of a surreal comedy. Office Space meets Rosemary’s Baby.
I believe the Anti Christ has my stapler….
I believe that’s one of the signs of the Apocalypse.
Congratulations on becoming a permanent employee of the city council; maybe you can come over to the Barenaked Ladies message board(s) and ‘splain to everyone exactly what the song “Peterborough and the Kawarthas” is aboot.
Thanks, Shell. I might have to do that as a new representative of the city. ;)
Congrats on the job. It’s amazing how a little thing like that can make life so much more enjoyable.
If you think about it, your job is probably more secure than the Mayor’s.
I’m just saying.
Congratulations – we can celebrate at WHC!
Thanks, Daniel. I think you’re right about the job. The mayor’s is on a set term, whereas mine could go on much longer, as long as they keep it in each year’s budget. :)
Ally – We will definitely be celebrating at WHC. Only two weeks!
I like hearing about Thor.
My cat Mercury is poorly. He has been in a fight and has a cut under his tongue and scratches down his chest and leg. He has licked all the fur away where he was injured. On antibiotics and is wearing a cone collar today. He looks so miserable.
I’m sorry to hear that, Ally. I don’t trust my cat to protect itself outdoors. I think it’s the people I really don’t trust. I pass a lot of dead animals on my drive to work every day, and some of them are cats. I couldn’t handle that. Our kitties will always be indoor kitties.
Great news Ian – Congrats! We will have to celebrate when we see you next – I too am on the job move…maybe now we can think about holidays….Glenn and I are looking into renting a cottage
Thanks, Carrie. Kat and I would definitely be down with renting a cottage. Something with a fireplace, a bit secluded, nothing family-centric (like a campground) so there won’t be any annoying kiddies around. That’d be nice.
Hey! What you got against kids?
hehe. ;P
Nothing, really. Just don’t want them around on the holidays. If I can help it. :)
I understand…I’ve been without mine for a week. It’s been nice and quiet.
Of course, it’s also been *too* quiet and I miss the little monkeys. Good thing they’re coming home today
That’s good. Kat and I aren’t really kid people, but they’ve always gravitated toward me for some reason. I was about my cousin-in-law’s place last night before we went out drinking and their daughter kept bringing me books to read to her. She’d hand it to me, turn around, put her arms in the air and say “Up!” So I had to lift her onto my lap and read the book. Then she’d hop down when I was finished and go get the next one. Pretty cute.
I’ve found cats are the same way. Can’t stand the creatures myself, but they always want to get in my lap or something for some reason
Hehe. Kat and I are cat people. We like dogs, but we don’t really have the patience to take care of one. :)
Congrats, bro! Glad to hear the good news…. and it couldn’t have happened to a better fella.
Cheers!
Thanks, Jake. Now that I’m officially not going anywhere, I gotta get you up for a weekend sometime.