There is yet another Home Depot opening in the area (Northeastern Massachusetts/ Southern New Hampshire area) and I was there with everyone else applying for a job. Actually five. My preference would be to work in the kitchen-design center. (My preference would be to work in a moderate-sized firm in Cambridge designing partially prefab homes for single family residences. But no one cares.)
But I have some forklift experience, so I checked that off, and I know my way around electricity so I checked off lighting, and let's face it, a job is a job, and if I have to work at (effectively) a hardware store, I'd be remiss to leave out that several jobs I've had include jocking a register.
Ah, there it is, that familiar wave of sensation I get when I feel the urge to fling myself into traffic. It passed.
So, as usual, I hope I get this job. But I hope more that someone gives me a call back and saves me from this fiscal depression. Call it a recession all you want "Bushists", if it lasts four years, it's a depression.
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