From the Isle, to the Shire

As if things couldn't get weirder here in RI, I have been approached with a most interesting proposition that I cannot ignore.

From the MA Job Corps to the RI Job Corps...and now there is an internship-like position in the brand-spanking-new New Hampshire Job Corps with my name all over it. And my friend Chaco's name on another position too. 

We will be leaving on Tuesday with probably most of our belongings as brand new students and also as "staff" working in the cafeteria kitchen. We will be getting paid, thank goodness, and will only be there for six weeks. Even if we are approached with full-time positions as actual staff, we both already said we wouldn't do that. It interferes with our plans.

So awesome as this is, especially since the pay will be REALLY good...

My third Job Corps center? Really, now? Hear my enthusiasm and excitement just ooze from my voice. It's not that I worry so much about the work or staff...but the students! Every center; it's like I want to murder someone at least once a day. Do I need that drama and stress in my life? No. No, I don't.

But I have to start working now. No ifs, ands or buts.

...And so. Today is my last day spending time with Mr. Stark...and then, lots of packing and lots of bothering myself. To keep me busy, of course...

Here's to hoping it's all worth it in the end.