I'm amazed but I actually got myself a decent job. Full time, hourly + commission. Looks like I will be able to move out of my house soon and stop being a damn baby.
Yeah, I sold my soul. Got a sales job. Gonna be knocking on doors and asking people if they want any remodeling done. It's funny a few weeks ago I was complaining about those very people. And now I've become one. Hey, it's a job. My real goal is to open up a hookah-weed shop in (hopefully) Anaheim, so this is the beginning. Who cares if I have to basically be the devil incarnate for a couple years or so. Besides, the money-making prospects look good. I'm so excited to not have to drive drunk folks around all day (they were alright for the most part, but still). And I'll actually be done for the day before midnight, meaning I can have a regular sleep schedule. And I'll have colleagues who I can interact with, although I don't expect much in that department. Either way, things are looking good. Got my head screwed on straight again, and I'm feeling even better than I did before I got a "depression".
Although, I'm still waiting to see how this is going to backfire on me. It's preparedness, not paranoia. I'm not gonna lower my guard until I've gotten a couple paychecks. Anyway, even if something does go wrong, I'll just find something else.
Another thing is that taking this job is at the cost of doing a (paid) carpentry training program. Which leaves me ambivalent. I did want to do real work with my hands. It's a tough decision to make, but this offer came first. I don't know, I think it's okay.
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