Went to Lamar yesterday, had a job interview at one of the veterinarians' office. Heard about it from the roomate of the girl that he's losing to college in Oklahoma.
I think the interview went well, he seemed pleased with my answers to the questions on the application, anyway.
(What is more important, the animals we see or the clients we deal with? Animals!)
The job is, as he described it, a "Girl Friday" job. Basically whatever he needs doing, I would do. Nothing that he listed is anything I have a problem with, so I'm cool with that. I had to grin at hearing the phrase "Girl Friday" because its been a while since I've run across it, and then it was in an old detective drama novel.
He seemed really excited about hiring me, right then and there, then he asked about my schedule, and winced.
He's going to try to figure out how to make it work, and call me within a week. He even said that if he could figure out a way to make the schedule sit up and dance, we could try it for two weeks. He was impressed with my volunteering to work after normal business hours, I think.
Of course, he also seemed pleased with my experience at bottle feeding various mammals, and my experience with cattle.
So, if he doesn't call me in a week, I'm supposed to call him. I've got my fingers crossed on this one because he seems like he would be a lot of fun to work with.
Oh, and because of the office cat, who has one of those "I'm so stupid I'm cute!" faces, and three legs. Not that it slows the cat down any. We played and petted and fought while I was waiting for my interview.
Also talked to the sister in law's stepmom about a telecommuting job thingy that she had done, which is one that I'd found already, but its a bonus to know that its legit, even if it is being a home-based call center rep. Not gonna get involved with that one until I know I can't get anything else that I've applied for, though. The application for it is online, and I'll hear one way or another from it in a short enough period that I'm pretty comfortable not starting the extremely involved process until I know I need to.
Two weeks from tomorrow, I have my first class. YAY! and DANGIT! I'm glad to be going back to school but I would dearly love to have just a teensy bit more time. Ah well, I don't, so I'll deal with what I have.