After a horrible, horrible job-hunt that lasted two months, I finally found something today.

It's only temporary, until the end of august, but it will do. I now work at a magazine warehouse.

For some reason, this seems demeaning compared to my previous job as a video store clerk.

Perhaps it's because I don't like physical labor. I am, by any and all standards, a frail little girly-man, and the work was backbreaking.

The day started nice enough. After aking up and eating breakfast, I phone them up on reference from a friend who works there, and left a message on their machine. After showering, coming online (and here to make a post or two), I was just about to head out the door to pass out some C.V's, when the phone rings. They ask me to come in a two-thirty. I figure, OK, I've got an interview.

No, they wanted me to start today.

So after taking a ridiculous mathematical aptitude test, I began work in my interview suit.

Long story short, my interview suit needs repairs.

My hands, which were all soft and smooth this morning, are now cut and covered with callouses.

I'm sore all over. My feet have never hurt so much in my life.

I somehow wound up losing my favorite ring, the one which I've owned for seven years, despite keeping it on my finger, and in sight at all times.

This will continue for three months.

But the bright side is, I now have a job which pays above minimum wage (but not by too much), a group of really nice coworkers who aren't too busy to help the n00b operate the equipment, a cool boss, and I get to take home 10 mags or books each friday, free. (I've already got this month's Gamepro set aside, with E3 MK:D stuff)

Anf of course, I'll be able to go buy my guitar once I'm paid, and also go pay the balance on what I owe EB games for my MKD preorder.

I think I'm going to go to sleep now.