Today has been productive. But at the same time, I feel sluggish and lazy. I'm totally struggling to figure out what I need to accomplish (big surprise) since half my life (anthony) is still at work. Again. I cannot tell you how sick the poor guy is of working 7 days a week, but I can tell you I am reaching critical mass fed up. In a rare, unself-centered way, I really deeply want Anthony to find that relief. Again, this is a rare feeling for me. I'm certainly grade A selfish at times.
But honestly, he can't just take any job. I mean, what does that solve? Go from one stupid job to another? In the process of ensuring we don't step backwards, I've been vetting out the right places worthy of his job application. This is a process like none other. You see, I always took the temp agency way out. Because that's how I roll. Anthony's different though. He thinks things out in a way I don't. I just assume I'm going to be my oddly energetic yet abbrasive self anywhere. Anthony actually wants a job that appreciates his specific personality types. So, as his personal assistant who seeks out possible positions, this has been an enraging process. Here are some of the job ads that sent me running because they make no sense to me.
Job Title: Motor Vehicle Operator
I know what this job title means... but it struck me as odd since most adults are motor vehicle operators and yet there's no paycheck associated with that! And yes, at first I was mad that I wasn't getting paid for the time I spend driving.
Title: Game day Ticket Seller
Status: Part Time
Primarily responsible for the processing of single ticket sales and distribution of Will Call tickets to patrons of Park. Often the first team representative to greet fans, ticket sellers must possess superior customer service skills in order to provide a positive first impression to patrons entering Park.
Um, wow. Ticket Seller? That title sounds like a 4 year old made it up. Something they would assume the cashier at the movies is called. "Mommy, we need to visit the Ticket Seller". Yeah. That stupid. A pathetic attempt to mask a pathetic job.
Anyway, confronted with vague, ultra specific, and conflicting job descriptions, I am calling it a day for now. Anthony can have his personal assistant back after I have a visit with Dr Jack and Professor Daniels. Whew.