Be careful what you wish for...
...you just might get it. I got that job I interviewed for the other day. Meg, the lady who interviewed me on Wednesday, called me today and started asking me all these questions like "What would your ideal job be?" and "Is this position something you really want?" I said yes because I've grown accustomed to feeding (or at least attempting to feed) interviewers what they want to hear, so I said yes. Then she offered me the position. I panicked and asked if I could get back to her. I had just woke up and was feeling incredibly overwhelmed. I called my Mom and asked her what to do. The series of questions Meg raised got me to thinking...is this job what I want? I was advised by both my parents to take the job, try to stay with it for 6 months or a year and then find something else if I don't like it. It pays more than the secretary gig at the hospital. And I need something soon because my insurance runs out at the end of this month. Plus, my odds of finding something that's both well-paying and semi-close to home are slim. So, I called Meg back and told her I'd take it. I start on Monday. There goes my plan of living the life of a starving artist with my college friends in a cardboard box. I'm gonna admit it, it's not my dream job and I'm still not 100% sure I made the right decision. I mean, this might be good for me and maybe will lead to something better in the future. I might be able to get a new car. But it still doesn't change the fact that I'm scared to death. I really don't handle change as well as I think I do. It was a long time in coming (6 months) but it happened so fast when it finally did. God help me...I'm now a corporate whore who works in Westchester.