Now Entering: The Real World
I didn’t even dare tell anyone I was interviewing for this job last week. It just seemed too good to be true. It has been such a struggle fighting for opportunities over the past couple of months, and after many emails reading “We can’t wait to meet you, send your resume” followed by weeks of silence, followed by months of silence, I was ready to just about give up. And secretly, maybe, hoping that nothing would come along so that I could spend one last summer making my own schedule and sleeping in and taking spur of the moment trips…
But I didn’t move across the country for flexibility and freedom. I moved here because I am ready to start living with responsibility and to be in an environment where I’m being intellectually challenged everyday. So when the HR Director called me—just over an hour after I’d left my interview—to apologize for taking so long because “she had a lot of interviews to cancel” I was bursting at the seams with happiness. Because this is what I’ve been waiting for. A chance to prove to myself that I can be the first to hold a job, to show my co-workers that whatever they thought they wanted, I’ll be twice as much as they hoped for. I’ll probably be under artificial light more than sunlight this summer, working 40+ hours a week… but thats one less sunburn to prematurely age this ginger complexion…
Okay. Here we go!
