Because, really, I was starting to think that I wasn't ever going to be employed again. I heard a lot of "over-qualified" and "had some skills you don't possess" (usually casework or accounting, neither of which I'm interested in growing skills). I was beginning to believe that I was going to have to take a job in the dreaded, formerly unsuccessful foray, of the private sector.
Somehow, someway, I don't even care, I was offered my dream job yesterday. It's an office administrator/fundraising/many hat-wearing, position with a non-profit school that serves developmentally disabled children. It's part-time, in the afternoons, and flexible. Check, check, and check!
I begin sometime next week and I'm equal parts excited and nervous. It would be foolish not to be. I'm gaining new friends, I'm learning new systems, I'm going back to work in the SUMMERTIME. Where am I going to park, what do I do about *any number of things*. You know, the usual stuff.
But mostly, it's a big, loud *happy dance*!
I was out of town visiting a friend when I got the call. I excused myself and took the call outside. I was so excited they could still hear me outside. I hung up with them and immediately phoned Kevin "I GOT IT!!!" I yelled at him. I rarely get overtly excited about anything so this took him by surprise. "You got what?" "I GOT IT" I continued to yell. "THE JOB! THE DREAM JOB!" Then he did a happy dance with me and suggested I bring him an iced mocha in celebration, as is proper etiquette in the Pacific Northwest.
So, oddly funny, I was flipping through magazines last night. I looked through the TV Guide (because I'm seventy-five years old) and in the back are horoscopes for the week. In a creepy cool way, the horoscopes (which are always accurate and true, right?) predicted my dream job: