An Early Christmas Present

After a very long while, it may be safe to exhale. quite difficult to say “it was worth the wait,” because I don’t know yet if it was, and I’m not certain if anything would be worth the amount of struggle of the last few years, frankly. None the less, it seems the struggle really is over finally.

View from Scandalicious Waffle House

View from Scandalicious Waffle House

Last Thursday I finally got a job offer for a position which is not only full-​time, but permanent! It’s with a long-​established national printing-​house, which has also been in town for decades. I’ll be their “Delivery Specialist,” a fancy term for ‘driver,’ but that’s just fine by me. It combines both the obligatory knowledge of the area with a fair bit of customer service /​company ambassador at the client’s locations as I’ll often be the only one in the firm they actually lay eyes on. That, plus the necessity of understanding the printing business from both sides of the equation makes this a damned good match for me. The pay rate not only higher than my last ’proper job,’ I even have both vacation time and medical /​dental benefits after three months as part of the package! It’s at the entrance to Granville Island, and I can get there using one single bus. Huzzah!

It seems like forever – mostly owing to me being a whiny SOB – but the timeline of me being out of work is remarkably civilized and full of fortune:

  • August 13th: final day of work
  • August 21st: meeting with Elections Canada about employment (just over a week later)
  • August 27th: training with Elections Canada (a week after that)
  • August 28th: first day of work with Elections Canada
  • October 23rd: final day of work with Elections Canada
  • December 2nd: interview for new position
  • December 4th: pick-​up paperwork for position
  • December 7th: first day at new position

Six weeks make-​up the gap between the end of Elections Canada and the start of the new job, but it certainly felt much longer, let me tell you. Even the initial gap at the start of only two weeks felt insane, mostly because I had no idea what I was going to do. That blind panic during the month-​and-​a-​half made the experience far more of a frustration-​inducing lesson in patience than anything I expected. So much so, that somewhere around four weeks from my last work day I cast my net far wider and applied for nearly anything that simply paid money. It’s probable that I would have seen the posting for this position anyway, but it’s also probable that I would not have spotted it quite as quickly or approached it as openly as I did.

All-​in-​all, I feel quite fortunate at getting this resolved so successfully and so – relatively – promptly. Given the economic climate, my age, my lack of qualifications /​degree /​reportable work experience, this could have gone very badly indeed.

That said, after the decades of struggle, I fucking deserve this now. So there!

At the moment, it feels a bit odd that I’ll be at work on a Monday-​to-​Friday basis again after the week-​end. It’s as if there’s been a sudden and dramatic change in the air pressure, as after a massive thunder storm. There’s a wonderful sense of relief which belies the heretofore unappreciated severity of the preceding period. “It feels so good when I stop,” as the old joke goes. Someday I must learn how to avoid smashing my head against the brink wall first.

Studio 700 dressed-up for CBC Vancouver's 29th Food Bank Day.

Studio 700 dressed-​up for CBC Vancouver’s 29th Food Bank Day.

The one remaining down part of this period is Heather’s mother suddenly being diagnosed with thyroid cancer, which now seems to have spread into her lungs. The thyroid is pretty good at spreading stuff through the body (that’s its job, after all), but this particular variety is the fastest and cruelest of the four differing types of thyroid cancer. I don’t remember when the news came, but the prognosis wasn’t anything specific as far as I know; “get your affairs in order” was all I heard, so clearly there wasn’t much point in being more specific at that point.

The only redeeming part of living through this with Heather is that I’ve come to a richer appreciation of my own parents’ place in my life. “Tell the people you love now that you love them” is always good advice, but we’ll all be damned if we actually take it; am I right? Still, I’m going to really try from here on.

So many people have been encouraging to me in many ways – some simply by not telling me to shut my stupid mouth – and they all know who they are. Still, all you folks are very wonderful and will be hugged and bought drinks in the next few months as our paths cross.

Right. That’s sorted, then.


Mood: relieved
Music: Monk’s Dream by the Thelonious Monk Quartet [Columbia Records; recorded October 31, November 1, 2, and 6, 1962, NYC]
Book: The Map That Changed the World by Simon Winchester (HarperCollins, October 2009; ISBN: 9780061978272)