I’m starting a job tomorrow, and realized yesterday that I don’t know who I’m reporting to first. Guess the old standby will do and report to my direct supervisor!
That is all!
Tag: Personal Life
Jobified
Well, good news has arrived. I have been offered a job and have accepted it.
About a month ago, I was contacted by the CEO of TicketNetwork, a maker of software for secondary market ticket sellers that’s based in Vernon. He was looking for a video editor.
Well, fast forward a month and I have a job! All in all, roughly three months isn’t a bad amount of time to wait. Sure, it would have been nice to have one right out of school, but it wasn’t like I wasn’t doing anything in the mean time. Between helping my parents at their store, and moving said store (see this category for more), it’s been a busy almost three months so far.
So, I’m happy that I finally have a job, and one that’s doing work in the field I studied for seven years. I look forward to starting on Monday!
The Sick Middlefield Brother and Sister
If you get the Courant, it’d today’s top story. If not, the story is also here. Basic premise is that a brother and sister from Middlefield left their dead mother’s body to rot in their Middlefield home for eight years, and visited her body bi-yearly for the entire time. I might have normally written about it, anyway, since its a crazy story in itself, except that there’s a personal component to it.
In December 2005, Diane and John Simmeck Jr., the brother and sister, were portraying themselves as poor and homeless to the congregation of the Church of the Nazarene in Keene, NH. The family (bro, sis, and mother while still alived) had lived in NH for a few years after the mother divorced her the kid’s father in 1996, so there was a residence connection in NH.
Well, my father’s aunt and uncle (my great-aunt and uncle), the good people that they are, hosted the brother and sister in their home for a year. My dad’s aunt and uncle are pretty poor themselves, so they essentially ended up being used by the two. In December 2006, the Simmeck siblings got kicked out of the house because John stole some tools and gutted the house to the point it was structurally unsound.
I knew all about that part of the story, since my family learned about it at Christmas that month. But nobody knew everything, apparently.
Truth really is sometimes stranger than fiction.
The Moving Chronicles: Keeping Clean for Showings
Overall, I try to keep my areas neat and clean. I’ve had varying levels of success doing it at home, but at college, I was actually pretty generally clean. At the very least, people could always come to my dorm room without having to walk in a pigsty. I’ve had roommates with rooms that were barely walkable. It started out as a common courtesy when I shared a room in my Freshman year, and simply continued on after I got my own room. In part, most of help I had was from having a good clothes hamper. At home, I sometimes have it, and sometimes not. That’s a weak argument, but there it is.