Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Why My Life Sucks Now

Remember college? Me neither. I know it was a great time though. I've been out in the working world since 2003 now, and oddly enough it doesn't agree with me. Currently, I'm working for the state of South Carolina in Columbia, but my 2 weeks notice is in. I'm moving my happy ass down to Charleston, and the job situation is still in doubt. I had a great (relative term) job lined up as a recreation coordinator in Mt. Pleasant (outside Charleston), but that fell through because A) I'm an idiot and B) so are the people in charge at the Mt. Pleasant Recreation Department.



This brings us to tomorrow at 9 A.M., when I have an interview with the Horne/Guest Insurance company. I know, I know. Insurance. Might as well start dressing like this guy:














"Watch that first step, it's a doozy!!"



Here's the thing though, it really does pay well even before commission. If I'm even a competent salesman, I could do very well for myself. Then again, I could just be a bartender downtown in Charleston and make the same money. . .but with no benefits (other than the new C of C coeds flirting with me because they don't want their ID's checked). Sticking with the current job is not an option, not only because I've already put in notice, but also because the lady-friend may kill me if I don't hurry up and move to the same city she lives in.



This brings me full circle back to college. I remember when all I worried about was whether the professors would buy my cut and pasted thesis (and whether that bump was there yesterday). Moral of the story -- you can't win, so don't even try.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Selling insurance, eh? You're turning into Frank The Tank Part Deux.

-Theny

mutoni said...

why did you change the 'snazzy' (eat a dick, Theny!) background

Anonymous said...

Why would you give up a union job with the state anyway?

Anonymous said...

how did the interview go? are you the next willie loman or not?

RF

Anonymous said...

your gay, make your chick move to where you are, now she'll be calling the shots for the rest of your life, get used to giving foot massages and trying to sneak beers in a closet quietly after she has fallen asleep... loser

Southern Yokel said...

I got the job. I appreciate the fact that i'm on the internets and my protesting that I'm not moving to Charleston just for the girlfriend will be laughed at, so i'm not going to try.