Workin' My Inter-Personal Magic

There was a job posting online for a Childrens Services Worker at DCF, right in the town I live (not 50 minutes away, like my current job.) So, i sent in my application last Thursday. Then I got a phone call on Monday for a job interview, which was scheduled for today (Wednesday) at 2:00pm. So I show up. Apparently, over 100 people had applied for the position, and they had interviewed 80 people already -- this was the last day of interviews. But i didn't let that upset me. I walked in, gave my best, warmest smile, my heartiest handshake, and tried to work my inter-personal magic.

The first part was with HR -- all that silly paperwork, making sure the application was complete, all that crap. Then I waited for about 20 minutes with a handful of other applicants before I was called in for the "real" interview. This went well -- I was feeling pretty good. Then, all the other applicants were getting called up, hand-shaken, told that they were being put into a "Candidate Pool," and then they'd leave. And suddenly, after about two full hours, I realized that I was the only applicant left. They called me into a separate room where I met the director of HR, and was offered a position.

Once the fingerprinting and drug tests and physical exam and fbi background check are all complete, I will be an official Childrens Services Worker for the State of Connecticut Department of Children and Families. Yay! It's a part-time position, but enough of a pay raise that money shouldn't really be an issue. Plus, I will finally be able to have weeknights free, so I could even pick up a part-time evening job, if I needed to. I will be working as a counselor to children and adolescents with mental health, substance abuse, and behavioral issues, in an inpatient hospital setting. I absolutely love the job I have right now, but I think it's time for a change, and I think this is the right change. I feel good about the whole thing -- the fact that it went so smoothly, I really liked everyone that I had the pleasure to meet, and . . . .this just seems perfect.

. . . Anyway, so The Summer of Meg's Cultural Revolution is going quite well, I must say. My Doppleganger co-worker has been giving me wonderful art history lessons, I have been reading some good classics (Nabokov, Fitzgerald, Kafka, Dostoyevsky), I watched an old movie with Humphrey Bogart the other night, I have been soaking up the Brahms and Rachmaninoff and Miles Davis, and my friend is giving me Spanish lessons (in exchange for lessons on reading music, and music theory.) Good stuff. Very good stuff.

Plus, the music director at my church asked if I'd be willing to play with a small group of musicians on Sunday the 24th. Would I be willing? Are you kidding? The band I am in has a show every saturday through the month of june. We are playing at a tattoo shop opening reception on the 9th (how cool is that?? I might get meself some more inkin'), then in NY on the 16th, then Up Or On The Rocks on the 23rd. Then we also have shows coming up at The Space, in Hamden, and Webster Theater. Yay! This is like, a super-musical summer! What was that? LOTS OF MUSIC PLAYING AND SINGING??? JACKPOT!!!!!

Dude . . . life is lookin' good . . .