WhooptyWhoop
It appears I will never learn. Somehow, I keep doing things in entirely the wrong order. Not too long ago I was cursing at the world for starting grad school before finishing an undergraduate degree. And now, I have a place to live in Portland, but no job to pay the rent with.
Last Monday, I interviewed with the manager of the Portland branch of a company. On Friday, the owner of the entire company called me up for an interview and said he approved, but that the official hiring would be decided by the branch manager. So...here I am, waiting for the branch manager to call back with news. I'm hopeful, but also terrified that the job won't happen at all. I was feeling extra optimistic this weekend and decided to arrange some house viewings in Portland. A whole two. The upside of making the drive to Portland is that I got to see the neighborhoods firsthand and found that the areas I thought were decent were super sketch in reality and, shockingly, vice versa. Also shocking, the houses were only physically a mile or so apart, but it felt more like WORLDS. As a result of yesterdays viewings, I've arranged to live in what is one of Portland's nicest close-in neighborhoods with some awesome roommates and a cleaning service included in the rent for the same price as the seedier neighborhoods and Bippy can even come along too...but still, no job has been nailed down.
Zach made the trip with me, which certainly wasn't necessary, though he did help with the deciding process. We both feel good about the location and the roommates...but suddenly we're both very aware that our time together is about to be very limited. It's exciting starting new chapters, and god knows I'm tired of the way things have been the past couple months (the way they are right now: it's almost 11:30am and I'm still in pjs and have done heaps of NOTHING all day), and at the same time, it's terrifying knowing it's all about to change and responsibility is knocking at the door.
If the manager doesn't call today, my heart will surely implode.
Last Monday, I interviewed with the manager of the Portland branch of a company. On Friday, the owner of the entire company called me up for an interview and said he approved, but that the official hiring would be decided by the branch manager. So...here I am, waiting for the branch manager to call back with news. I'm hopeful, but also terrified that the job won't happen at all. I was feeling extra optimistic this weekend and decided to arrange some house viewings in Portland. A whole two. The upside of making the drive to Portland is that I got to see the neighborhoods firsthand and found that the areas I thought were decent were super sketch in reality and, shockingly, vice versa. Also shocking, the houses were only physically a mile or so apart, but it felt more like WORLDS. As a result of yesterdays viewings, I've arranged to live in what is one of Portland's nicest close-in neighborhoods with some awesome roommates and a cleaning service included in the rent for the same price as the seedier neighborhoods and Bippy can even come along too...but still, no job has been nailed down.
Zach made the trip with me, which certainly wasn't necessary, though he did help with the deciding process. We both feel good about the location and the roommates...but suddenly we're both very aware that our time together is about to be very limited. It's exciting starting new chapters, and god knows I'm tired of the way things have been the past couple months (the way they are right now: it's almost 11:30am and I'm still in pjs and have done heaps of NOTHING all day), and at the same time, it's terrifying knowing it's all about to change and responsibility is knocking at the door.
If the manager doesn't call today, my heart will surely implode.