I AM ONE OF THE WORKERS!
There's much to be said, but for now, I want to crow to crowded rooms: I GOT A JOB! What's more is the job is close to where I live, with free parking, benefits, a regular salary, bonuses, and a beautiful business. I'll begin on Monday, and will learn the business from top to bottom, eventually taking a managerial position. My interviewer said my handwritten letter was amazing. "In this day and age, a handwritten thank you note is so rare. We knew you were a rare person," she said today. Finally, people who understand the little flourishes that make business a far more personal affair! What's more is my superiors seem thrilled at the prospect of hiring me, and tell me continually how excited they are. They like my artistic leanings and encourage my growth.
This week, job offers deluged me, none of them feeling quite right. I started despairing and wearing pajama pants around the house until late afternoon. A typical day had me at my desk, my hair a wilderness of tangles, a cup of peppermint tea to my left and a Nalgene of water to my right, as I scoured online job listings and tailored cover letters and my resume for each and every job listing. I did this for twelve hours or more, seven days a week, praying and hoping that someone wouldn't hold my Bohemian past against me. I went to interviews, practicing my impassive face, trying not to look like an abandoned dog that wants someone to adopt her very much. If they know that you're hungry, they try to make you work for less and subject you to less than favourable conditions. That's what Phila has taught me in this search for gainful employment.
It is very hard for me to have a non-emotional face, when I am a mess of passion. My lust for life shows in my every gesture. I wish it weren't so, but that is how it is. Only this time, it wasn't a detriment.
Let's all say it again: I GOT A JOB!
I start on Monday, where they'll tender their offer in hard-copy.
Hallelujah, amen, and all that other pious shit. Thank you so much, everyone who listened to me, offered encouragement, or believed in me through this search. Every ounce of it moved me towards this, and I am so surprised and grateful to know such stupendous folks.
Santa Julia, Patroness of Lost Causes and Sort-of Reformed Bohemians
P.S. I'll talk about other stuff later. There's much to say now that my greatest worry has been erased; I feel as if a tremendous weight has been lifted and now I've much to chatter on about.
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