A Good Thing

Sixty hours.

I worked sixty hours last week.

After a month and a half of sending out applications, I finally found a place that was willing to hire me. Right now, I'm an Assembler in the Engines department. I put in the spark plugs and attach the starter, and if needed, I'll attach some plastic covers to the engine.

I will admit that this isn't what I had planned. I'm certified in Machine Tool Technics, but I'm working as a mere Assembler. This isn't what I had in mind when I graduated, but I'm still glad to have this job. I sent out application after application; half the places I applied to rejected me, and the other half didn't even respond. Maybe I'm qualified for greater things than this, but after getting nothing but rejection and radio silence, finding a place that was willing to hire me, practically on the spot...how could I refuse?

I have a good thing going for me. I get a steady paycheck, overtime pays time-and-a-half, I'll be eligible for healthcare through them in a few weeks, and they hooked me up with a 401k account, so that I can save money for retirement. I really don't want to lose this.

My resume is nothing special. I have little experience in machining, and my work history is nearly non-existent. Back at MATC, we were shown how to improve our resumes, and were given leads on places that were hiring. But at the end of the day, it falls to us to apply to these places, and they don't want to hire us, there's not much else to do except move on and apply somewhere else.

Sixty hours.

That's forty regular hours, and twenty overtime hours. This is our busy season.