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I got a surprise job interview yesterday, not even a full day after Steve officially asked me to please move in with him when Joe leaves. But Joe's leaving on January 8th, two weeks sooner than we'd expected. And the surprise job interview led to a surprise job that I started today, less than 24 hours after my first interview -- which led to a surprise resignation from my old job that made my old boss very angry (and caused me to sob on Steve's chest for an hour and a half from overwhelming joy and soul-deadening guilt).
But work went well today: the base pay rate alone is better than what I was making, plus there are monthly bonuses and commission, and it's a desk job which is amazing and I can wear any pretty thing I like. No more uniforms.
So what I am doing is sitting in my Dover bedroom on my Dover computer while I wash business casual clothing for my Wilmington job. I work a solid five days a week there, 9-5 (so grown-up) and no weekends, so I'll be sleeping in Wilmington until Friday night when I won't have to work Saturday morning -- but truly, there's no reason for me to have to sleep in Dover ever again. So staying at Steve's last night because it was more convenient was actually my first official night of living there.
That's pretty sweet, I think. When Steve came home from work at 7am, the first thing he said was, "Good morning," followed by, "I am a happy, happy man," to which I groggily replied, "Why," and he made a shrugging gesture.
"It's Wednesday morning," he said, "and I'm home from work and you're still in my bed. Why wouldn't I be happy?" No reason. He made pancakes while I showered. He walked me to my car, told me I looked very nice, and wished me a great first day. When I went on my lunch break, he was conveniently at the bar where we met (shooting pool, not drinking), which is conveniently in the next parking lot over from my new place of employment, which made it convenient to get behind the wheel and drive six seconds to go see him. It's like the best fairytale ever. "And then the princess, in her business casual attire, went to the bar on her lunch break to be with her prince charming for eighteen minutes, which was not quite long enough -- but then any span of measurable time wouldn't really be long enough anyway, would it?"
I guess what I am trying to say is that I'm absolutely horrified by the speed with which things are falling perfectly in line. A week ago, we were batting around the idea of moving in together. A week ago, I was worried sick about finding a job, because every other time I've had to look, it's taken months. A week ago, we had Joe until January 22nd, we couldn't figure out holidays because I had no definitive work schedule, and nobody knew what was going to happen (or when, for that matter). Now I have a job, I know where I'll be sleeping every night, where we'll be on which holidays (he gets Christmas Eve, I get Christmas morning, and we're doing New Year's Eve up at Penn's Landing on the waterfront in Philadelphia) and the best part of all of it is that I'm not killing myself to get what I want. I left my interview yesterday laughing AND crying at the same time, so confused and overwhelmed and surprised that things keep going well. I want this, it's happening, and it's better than I ever could have dreamed. Which leads me to my final question: What's the catch?
~Omi!
But work went well today: the base pay rate alone is better than what I was making, plus there are monthly bonuses and commission, and it's a desk job which is amazing and I can wear any pretty thing I like. No more uniforms.
So what I am doing is sitting in my Dover bedroom on my Dover computer while I wash business casual clothing for my Wilmington job. I work a solid five days a week there, 9-5 (so grown-up) and no weekends, so I'll be sleeping in Wilmington until Friday night when I won't have to work Saturday morning -- but truly, there's no reason for me to have to sleep in Dover ever again. So staying at Steve's last night because it was more convenient was actually my first official night of living there.
That's pretty sweet, I think. When Steve came home from work at 7am, the first thing he said was, "Good morning," followed by, "I am a happy, happy man," to which I groggily replied, "Why," and he made a shrugging gesture.
"It's Wednesday morning," he said, "and I'm home from work and you're still in my bed. Why wouldn't I be happy?" No reason. He made pancakes while I showered. He walked me to my car, told me I looked very nice, and wished me a great first day. When I went on my lunch break, he was conveniently at the bar where we met (shooting pool, not drinking), which is conveniently in the next parking lot over from my new place of employment, which made it convenient to get behind the wheel and drive six seconds to go see him. It's like the best fairytale ever. "And then the princess, in her business casual attire, went to the bar on her lunch break to be with her prince charming for eighteen minutes, which was not quite long enough -- but then any span of measurable time wouldn't really be long enough anyway, would it?"
I guess what I am trying to say is that I'm absolutely horrified by the speed with which things are falling perfectly in line. A week ago, we were batting around the idea of moving in together. A week ago, I was worried sick about finding a job, because every other time I've had to look, it's taken months. A week ago, we had Joe until January 22nd, we couldn't figure out holidays because I had no definitive work schedule, and nobody knew what was going to happen (or when, for that matter). Now I have a job, I know where I'll be sleeping every night, where we'll be on which holidays (he gets Christmas Eve, I get Christmas morning, and we're doing New Year's Eve up at Penn's Landing on the waterfront in Philadelphia) and the best part of all of it is that I'm not killing myself to get what I want. I left my interview yesterday laughing AND crying at the same time, so confused and overwhelmed and surprised that things keep going well. I want this, it's happening, and it's better than I ever could have dreamed. Which leads me to my final question: What's the catch?
~Omi!