  "I'm Building Muscles, I Can Feel It! " I'm Doogie Howser and it's the end of the show. I sit here for a moment to reflect. What I have to say may or may not be revolutionary. It could very likely be cliche, but cliche is okay as long as its sincere. Today marked one month since I graduated. It also marked my second day of work in that time. I spent the better part of the first two weeks looking for employment. It was like how some people fish. You know, like they just throw the line out and then aren't really conscious of the pulls and tugs. They may get a few nibbles but they probably won't reel anything in. A week and a half into this lackadaisical search and aware of my need for money I took a job at a teleservices company. I filled out all the necessary paperwork that Thursday and on the following Tuesday I started training. Of course, this was the beginning and the end. While the job was one of the better paying jobs any schmo can walk in off the street and get I couldn't handle the burden of one particular thing this job would require: to mislead people.
You might call it a "don't ask, don't tell" policy meaning that unless a customer asks specific enough questions I was not to inform them of things which might greatly effect their bill. I'm not trying to be a self-righteous but I don't think I could be a scammer professionally. Needless to say that didn't work out. Donna was working there too and after the day of work we assessed the situation. Did we want to go back? Not really. Did we need the money? The need could not be denied. However, and this is what we based our decision on, if we worked there 8-5 (no lunch break) our opportunities to look for other jobs would be practically non-existant.
By this point, we had no intention of staying past the two weeks of training. As far as we could tell it wouldn't be honest to go for the training if we didn't plan on staying the course. So we decided that instead of going back we'd start the next day bright and early on the job hunt. This time with our honing devices intact. Last weekend was my family reunion. On the way back from it, this Sunday, I returned a call to my would-be boss at the phone book delivery office.
He had me come in on Monday. I was the first person from Florida to walk through his door so he was ready to pile route upon route onto my plate. It was a matter of a fifteen minute orientation and just a tad bit of paperwork. And before I knew it, the car was packed with about 350 phone books. The greatest thing about this gig is I get to work with Donna. We're splitting the workload and, of course, the profit. We had a couple hours of errands to run in Dothan and then arrived in Marianna, the locale of our first routes, at 3:oo.
By 5 we had gotten rid of about 84 books. We expect to finish the route today, two weeks exactly since we walked away from teleservices. I'd also like to note that through amazon.com we made more than we would have from the unnamed teleservices company. We would not have been able to do amazon like we have if we had maintained that job. So it all works out and I reckon we have to be thankful to God for jobs and Alexander Graham Bell. Doogie Howser, signing off... 
