Christmas Came Early

And Santa brought me a job. A real job. One that pays more than unemployment. No, I can't believe it either. Not to mention it all transpired within a week. Last Tuesday a recruiter who I'd never worked with called me and said, "Can you be at a job interview in 90 minutes?" Please bear in mind that not only had I not showered I had at least a 30 minute drive ahead of me. But when opportunity knocks, you jump in the shower and then drive like a bat out of hell.

So I started work this week on Tuesday. The company itself has been in business over 20 years and is like the Amazon.com of scientific journals. If you want a paper written by Professor Blah Blah Blah we're the people you would order a copy from. We're located on the same grounds as the Stanford Research Institute so I feel quite academic and intellectual these days.

I'm doing accounting as usual. Sending out invoices, doing collection calls. After having been out of work for six months, I am an expert in collection calls. The only downside, if there can actually be a downside to having a job in these troubled economic times, is the commute. The office is in Menlo Park. Menlo Park is only 22 miles from my little apartment. However, it takes me a full hour to get there during rush hour. I'll get used to it, I'm sure. I've driven farther for work and that was for a job I didn't even like. This one I kinda like.