I feel like I only write when something exciting happens, or some big change, or when I'm waiting for some big change... so monthly. And maybe that's ok. Maybe this is my blog of only big things, or things that seem big at the time.
I feel like this post falls into both categories.
Two days ago I was chilling out with my friend after a miserable week of exhaustion and miscommunication, eating veggies and watching the office on Netflix, talking about moving forward and learning to be optimistic. And bitching. Just a little. then she asks me "hey, we're really short staffed at my new job and she asked me if I knew anyone who wanted a job and I said maybe you, do you want a job interview tomorrow morning?"
So I thought about it, over the next 3 episodes of the office, randomly asking her questions about it in between joking about the shows characters and writing fifty million drafts of my wedding vows.
Long story short, at about 11:00pm, I decided to take the interview. At 8am the next morning I followed my friend down to her new job and had a fantastic job interview. It somehow turned from "tell me about yourself" into "let me show you how to do it."
I got out of the interview with barely enough time to make it to one of my jobs (the one I like) and she called me about 20 minutes later, offering me a position, a start date, and more money than she originally said the position would start at. And it works in with my favorite job's schedule! So I accepted the position and wrote my resignation letter to my other job that night.
And of course this morning I find myself wondering if I made the right choice, what if my new job sucks, what if this was the better job, what if what if what if...
Then I pour the first cup of coffee for the first customer of the day.
Nope. I made the right choice. 34 hoursto go. 7 work days left here and counting.
Plus, today marks the one month countdown to my wedding :) two years in the making, and in a month I will have a tiny vacation, a new last name, and an amazing husband. We're not through this minefield yet, but I can see over the hill.
And it's fantastic.
Love,
Alice
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