Prelude to Exodus

Today may be the last day of my present form of monotony, though I may exchange it for a worse one. Tomorrow, I will head off to join the seasonal staff of Center Court Displays, a little company that owns and installs Christmas decorations for malls and casinos. I will bebop around. During the days, I'll be staying in hotels they've provided, eating on their meal passes. Through the nights, I'll be hanging enormous Christmas decorations. Nocturnal Christmas installations for one month.

My schedule looks like this:

Monday, November 1st - Friday, November 5th:
Park City Mall, Lancaster PA.

Saturday, November 6th - Wednesday, November 10th:
Jersey Gardens Mall, Elizabeth NJ.

Thursday, November 11th - Sunday, November 14th:
Landmark Mall, Alexandria, VA.

Monday, November 15th:
Travel to Las Vegas.

Tuesday, November 16th - Wednesday, December 1st
Ceasar's Casino and Forum Shops, Las Vegas, NV

Thursday, December 2nd
Travel Home.

Somewhere in there, I will somehow find a way to contact the management company that's promised me an interview. That interview will take place in late November. To pursue that non-paying three-month internship, I will probably have to skip a couple days at the paid job I'm on, rent a car, and drive to Sherman Oaks, up in Los Angeles, CA.

The idea is very troubling. I won't know what hotels I'll be staying in until I get there. I don't know if there will be internet, or what my life will be like. I don't know when the interview will be. I don't know how they will take my exit, or how it will fit into my flight schedule. I don't know anything. All I know is the sort of people I'll have to spend my time with, having worked with some of them at the Amusement Piers in summers past - and I don't look forward to resuming their acquaintance.

I hope that the visitors, who've kindly offered to stop in, may actually come.

If, by some fluke, I actually get the internship, I would have to move immediately to LA, since it begins on December 13th. I'd be traveling out on the 8th of December, and who knows where I could find to live at such short notice.

So, this could very well be the end of this three-month period of my life, and the beginning of a very hectic, uncertain period indeed. I wish I could say that I felt more up to it.

For now, I'm going to give Bacon a bath.

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