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Exercise and Employment
So I should be taking a shower, but creative energies are stirring.
I went running this evening when I got home from taking a managerial accounting quiz. My god, I am so out of shape. I used to run several miles on a nearly daily basis when I was in cross-country in high school. I doubt if I managed to make one mile before walking to alleviate the pain in my chest. Oh well, I'll keep at it with my typical tenacity and stubborness until I reach a level of fitness I'm comfortable with. I was very much in shape during the previous summer. I had three jobs and I would go to the gym between shifts, until my body couldn't keep up and doctors ordered me to quit working out for a while. I didn't have a desire to exercise again until now. I think I'm getting a belly, and on a skinny guy, that just looks ridiculous. Anyway, I just spent over eighty dollars on new running shoes, too. That's my way of motivating myself to do something difficult or productive. If I make a financial commitment to something, I am overwhelmed by guilt if I do not work towards my intended goal. I did the same thing recently when I took a SCUBA diving class. I couldn't swim worth a damn, nor could I tread water, but after I spent almost two hundred dollars for gear, I sure as hell learned. I learned how to swim, made a lot of progress towards overcoming my fear of water and sharks, and even went on to make an extra trip to the Keys over Thanksgiving to earn an Advanced certification. So, that's how I work. I have running shoes. So I better run.
And I just spent almost thirteen dollars to send some faxes to prospective employers! I had forgotten how expensive it is to send a fax from Target Copy! A dollar a page! Anyway, I send a cover letter, my resume, and class schedule to four different employers in town. I'm getting tired of working for my present company. They don't pay me a competitive salary for my range of skills, they are two months overdue on their promised review for a raise, I do far more than what was specified in my job description (including highly skilled programming), I have to drive 30 minutes to get to or from work, I took out my piercings and let them heal over, and the company wants me there when it opens, which means I have to wake up at 7 AM to arrive on time. When my former boss gets back from maternity leave, I will firmly ask her for a raise. Hopefully by then, I will have some jobs lined up as a backup if my request is denied.
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