Roseanne Rosannadanna ain't got nothing on me.

Craigslist is like magic! I found a job on the SGF craigslist Sunday night for a hotel front desk clerk and when I saw the listing I nearly PEED myself because there are NEVER any jobs listed this far east of SGF, but sure enough, there one was. I immediately emailed the listing, provided my resume, and tried my best to be engaging. It must've worked, because he called me the next morning to arrange for me to come down to the location to fill out an application. It's about twenty minutes south of the town I live in, so it's not too bad, and after I ran a plethora of other errands, I managed to get down there. His wife interviewed me on the spot (after I filled out the application) and gave me a basic idea of what the job would entail, what the shift would be, and how things would work. She told me she'd call me this morning to arrange for me to come meet with her husband at the hotel they have IN my town (too bad that one's night hiring, AMIRITE?!) so that he could interview me, too.

I thought I blew it because they ended up calling three times this morning and couldn't get through...this was after I assured her that someone was always around the answer the phone. When I got down to the hotel I apologized profusely and explained that it really is incredibly uncommon for nobody to answer the phone. Even in my sleep I usually hear the phone ringing from across the house. They must not have had any other replies because after about 15 minutes of talking and discussion and all that good stuff, they asked me to start training on Saturday.

So...while I'm not on the payroll YET, I am certainly on my way. And even though it's a night shift from 10pm to 6am and it's only gonna be 3 MAYBE 4 nights a week, it is a START. And since it's SO late, I could in theory get any other job in town (assuming any pop up) and it would not interfere with that schedule since it's SO late and nothing around here closes that late or opens that early. It is quite a relief to finally get back into the employment saddle. I am incredibly nervous about what this could mean for camp (since I assured them repeatedly that I was in it for the long haul), but I can't worry about that right now. I need to be thinking about what I need right now.

Oh, and of course, not 4 hours after I confirm that I am going to start training, the mountaineer started overheating. We think a hose is dead, or something, but at this point it's completely un-drivable because it keeps overheating, and we're already short two cars (Samantha's is out of commission and Liz doesn't have one). We've got four days to get it sorted.

It's always something....if it's not one thing, it's something else, ain't it?