Thanks for sharing my excitement! I posted earlier and then floated away on a cloud of warm fuzzy happiness, murmuring “I will not have to sell my house, I will not die unemployed!” Or maybe I just went out to lunch with some friends because I realized that 1) I hadn’t eaten in about 20 hours and 2) Hey! I can eat out! Like a person with money!
Anyway, I would love to tell you all every single detail of my new employment, except that if I did that, then I’d have to kill you all and bury the evidence, and what with taking on a new career and all, I figure I might not have time for that. Instead I will tell you virtually nothing, but feel free to squeal and whatnot, anyway.
So. I shall gush! But in a non-identifying sort of way!
This is not Just A Job. This is The Job I’ve Been Looking For. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get a good job, a job that uses your brain, after staying home with your children for close to five years? If you answered that question “No,” please go thank the Lord above RIGHT NOW that you don’t know. If you answered “Yes! Oh GOD YES I KNOW YOUR PAIN!” then you are not only pretty and smart, but you know that finding a career-building job at this point was nothing short of miraculous.
And this job, it’s going to take everything I used to do–you know, back when people referred to my skills as “expertise” and my degrees hung on the wall as if they meant something–and use that as a foundation to move me in a related but different direction. I’m going to learn tons.
Oh! And! The BENEFITS! I could go ON AND ON about the benefits, but as that would be GIVING DETAILS I shall not. Other than to say, I love and want to marry and make sweet passionate love to each and every company benefit. I may have already slipped some tongue to the health care benefits, shhhhhh. So this job, it’ll give me everything I shall ever need, skillwise, to move on to other jobs, but PSHAW I say, because I shall work this job until I DIE because these benefits just DO NOT EXIST anywhere else. My employers will need to morph into baby-eating aliens from the planet Zorku for me to even CONSIDER leaving, and EVEN THEN I will probably have a lengthy conversation with myself about how baby-eating is perfectable acceptable in some cultures and I should try being less judgemental.
And and and and oh just BELIEVE ME that it’s fabulous and wonderful and magical. I am WALTZING.
And the rawhide bone? Had much the desired effect. I have a new best friend. Also? Anyone know how to get the smell of wet dog outta leather boots…?