For a few months now I've been working as the IT person for a small mental health place in southern Maine. Technically I was working through a staffing agency. The supervisor had mentioned a few times that she'd like to hire me on, once they came to an arrangement with the agency. This week she said it was done and they'd want me to come on as a regular employer starting next Monday. I've waited on mentioning it on social media to avoid jinxing my chickens before they hatch.

The pay would be the same. The differences would be benefits such as health insurance, dental, etc. And using a timeclock instead of faxing a sheet to the agency each week.

It will be nice to have a regular job and less fear of the future. Less, not none. There's always the chance I might fuck something up down the road. Or the place might close. I've been fired enough times to not take anything for granted.

Though, as the last two times it happened I considered the termination unwarranted, and the depts of labor and unemployment agreed with me, I choose to say I've never been fired, just laid off or quit. Eh, if the Republicans can creatively rewrite history to suit their agendas, then so can I. Oh, I was also an assistant manager at Borders back in the 90s. Good luck finding anyone to dispute that.

My big regret for having been unemployed for so much of 2016 was that I didn't make the most of the time to work on overcoming my eating disorders or work on creative projects. I'm just too naturally a procrastinator.

It is ironic. The agency that got me this job was the first one I applied with after leaving my former job. And, after a solid year, it was the first assignment they got me (they had sent my resume out for other positions with no success).