I can walk under ladders
The week I was born the horoscope for Cancer said "a baby born this week will be lucky all it's life". I know this because it is in my baby book. Sometimes I feel just okay about things and something I feel like that really is true.
I got a job this week. After about 12 interviews (maybe less, maybe more) someone finally wants to hire me! I must have finally pushed my boobs out far enough! Score!!
Anyway, it's a pretty awesome and "important" job. I will be working as an executive assistant in a department with a lot of super tight deadlines and stuff that has to be done exactly right the first time. This makes me nervous if only because I don't even post a entry to my blog without changing it four times immediately afterwards. So, this means, DOUBLE & TRIPLE CHECKING everything in the new place. At least when I start. Sometimes I get bored and attention to detail is a challenge for me. I know going in that I have to be aware of this, but I still get a little scared.
The cool job also decided I was awesome enough that they offered me about seven grand more than I asked for. I will be making the most I have ever made and I kind of feel like a GROWNUP about it. It's weird. I feel like I could get ahead on bills, pay back people who lent me money during leaner times, and maybe even go on vacation or something. What a novel thought!
I was already feeling pretty lucky after I got the job offer yesterday and thought about it all night and all morning (while I contemplated crazy exotic vacations as I took a shower) and then today I went to lunch and this happened.
So, yeah, job schmob. Now I KNOW I am lucky.
PS. Dear Whoever is Reading My Blog From Hinesburg, Vermont: Did I go to highschool with you? If not, do I know you? Who are you?
"I must have finally pushed my boobs out far enough!"
Okay, that is officially the best thing I have read all week.
Congratulations on the job!
Posted by: Annie | June 15, 2007 at 05:02 PM
Belated)congratulations !!!
Posted by: Chollyson | June 27, 2007 at 04:16 PM