Okay, now I’m really employed

So, it took a while, and I’m told the hold up was the hol­i­day week­end, but I ma now the proud owner of a start­ing date for my new job. Thurs­day. Human Resources at my new employer, Creighton Uni­ver­sity, took their sweet time with my back­ground check. Maybe it was my life over­seas, Madrid and Athens are both pretty hot but­ton top­ics right now. Maybe it was my draft card, after all. Or maybe it was some thor­ough (read uncon­cerned) employee dot­ting his t’s and cross­ing his i’s.

In any case, I report to work at 8:00 am. I may not have a desk, I prob­a­bly won’t have a com­puter, but I already have work to do (and sur­pris­ingly, I have been think­ing about it).

It feels good to be mak­ing money again, though that sounds so scrab­blingly crass. It may also feel good to be doing some­thing again, but I’ll have to wait and see. Employ­ment for the sake of being employed (or more poet­i­cally, for the sake of feel­ing use­ful) has never been my strong suit.