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"Life. It's-a kinda like a job." - Blather. Rants. Repeat.
A Møøse once bit my sister ...
"Life. It's-a kinda like a job."
Father Guido Saruducci said that, right around the time my own first stint in academia ended and I faced a fork in the road between a skeevy career in part-time journalism and a place in law school. Now, 33 summers later, Emily has gotten to that utensil.

Graduation was a month ago. She'd cut back her part-time off-campus hours, with some resistance on management's part, so she could finish her thesis; once done and looking for more, they failed to promise any increase in her hours (although they wound up calling her in for extra shifts semi-regularly when they couldn't schedule cheaper n00b labor for them). Cameron also started getting his hours cut. So money was tight at the start of June, and remains so....

until, perhaps, next month.

I have a part-time gig in Rochester, with some good people who have lots of contacts in small business settings.  We invited both of the kids to come in last Tuesday, not to interview for anything in particular, but just to review resumes and talk about possibilities.  Cam was working and couldn't make it (and his kinds of gigs are harder to place this time of year), but despite some BS at her current workplace and some nasty weather, she made it over to the office.  Brett speed-dialed several possible office places for her- a realtor, an insurance agent (her own, since he recommended the guy when they needed a renters' policy), and finally one of their better clients who acts as an intermediary for a major national business in Western New York.

They needed somebody yesterday- as in THAT yesterday. They were ready to hire a high school kid for lack of other options.  Emily's resume got scanned and sent within minutes, and she had an interview within a couple of days....

and it's hers, if they both want it.


It's not what she went to school for, but she's not going to find that in her current area code, ours, or any adjacent to either.  And this company knows the deal, and is offering this on a completely try-it-no-hard-feelings-if-it-doesn't-work basis.  It's essentially full-time hours, close to tripling (definitely doubling) her current part-time pay, and it comes with benefits including at least some form of health insurance.  The only down at first? It's the other side of town from where they now live and then some- likely a third of the way to Syracuse. But. They knew before this that their current one-bedroom was not affordable, and for the same rent, they can get into a three-bedroom house near this job, and near a Wegmans that Cam could transfer to- and maybe even buy that house in the future.

That's getting way ahead of things, but the options for house-sharing out there might make it work even better than just finding the same size in a lower rent district.

You want omens? She got three.  I knew how to explain the driving directions for this place (a converted factory and former post office facility in a historic downtown village one county over): drive out to Lollypop Farm and double the drive.  That would be the name of Rochester's SPCA, where they got both of their rescue cats.  So she knew to stay on the same two-lane state highway for an extra 15-20 minutes to get there. On her way, she saw not one, not two, but three blue herons. It is a locally famed bird, enough to get a winery named after it, but seeing them at just those moments meant something to her.

Perhaps the beginning of a career- or at least of a forkful of it:)
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ellettra From: ellettra Date: June 24th, 2014 05:01 am (UTC) (Link)
The blue herons are a sign!
warriorsavant From: warriorsavant Date: June 24th, 2014 12:11 pm (UTC) (Link)
"When you come to a frk in the road, take it."

Will cross my tines - uh, fingers - for her.
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