A job that isn't a career

I started working this week.  Nice.  I'm a part time teller at Key Bank, which gives me a chance to practice dressing like an adult, re-infuses a little cash into the budget and reduces that stench of unemployed desperation.  Although, if we are going to be honest, I have like 3 jobs- 5 if you count those that doesn't pay me in non-negotiable currency (see, I am learning so much at the bank!).  My coworkers are a lot less buttoned up then I was afraid of, and I'm doing a decent job at learning.  There is something deeply intimidating about taking someone's cash off their hands for them, so I am just training for the next couple weeks.  I did let someone into their safe deposit box today, though.

But, let's be for reals, I took this job so I could find a better job.  While I'm there for 20 hours, I don't mind chatting with them about training for long term promotion, but when I am not there I am doing contract work and looking for a job that suits me better.  Because my new coworkers laughed when they heard I had a Ph.D.  I met with an engineer this evening to talk about transitioning into bioengineering.  I'm trying to work my schedule around my internship at the UW.  I've got another meeting tomorrow to talk about more volunteer opportunities.  I'm not giving up on this yet.  But I do need a couple more blouses and probably a grey blazer to make this work in the long term (I like blazers- they have pockets).

Matt and I are going camping this weekend not far from Mt Vernon.  We are going with his bestie who was born on the leap year, and just celebrated his eight birthday.  We had pizza AND pie on Wednesday- much like the Olympics, waiting 4 years makes you want to get it right.