Today I got a job. The guy who "interviewed" me pretty much offered me the job the moment I stepped into his office. It was kind of bizzare, but I was OK with it. And he never even looked at my resume. Which I brought with me, just in case. Basically he said, "Previous employment experiences probably aren't going to do you a lot of good in this job unless you've already worked at a printing press before, which I doubt. But, don't worry. We'll train you."
So, 20 hours a week, M-F, 4-8pm. This means that if I decide I want another job, I can get a second job. Which is good, I guess. Also it means that I can sleep in as long as I want and still have plenty of time to get things done around the apartment during the afternoon. And I'm thinking about walking to work, instead of driving, because it's really not that far away and it's nice outside lately. Well, except for yesterday when it was soaking wet, but you know.
"I think I know how it is to be grown up; it's when you feel how someone feels that isn't you." -Frances Griffiths