Travel, excitement, adventure, decisions affecting people's lives
Taurus: After studying the astrological omens, I had a psychic vision of you jumping up and down, screaming with joy as if you'd won the lottery. That doesn't necessarily mean you will actually win the lottery, though. My visions are usually symbolic, not literal. So what does it mean? It could prophesy the imminent arrival of a good surprise. It may signify that your physical vitality will be exceptional, or maybe you will be visited by an exhilarating revelation about the future. To get yourself in the proper spirit, why not jump up and down and scream for joy right now? Then keep doing it at least twice a day until the breakthrough actually occurs.
Well, you guys are probably among the last to know. I did get the banking position, they called me yestreday morning and I start at the end of the month. I was actually waiting to post this one- I read it and kind of smirked, thought i'd keep it behind until I saw what came of the job. I'm glad that it was right. And no, i didn't jump up and down and scream, but I think bunches of excited wiggling probably makes up for it.
I woke up to the phone call from the bank yestreday. She offered me the position even though all of the paperwork for the background checks hadn't come through yet; they must be in a hurry for this one. Hooray, excitement. To top that off, all of my packages came in, so I got to sit around and open boxes of new socks from Sock Dreams, and bindis, and shiny jewelry from sihaya09 . Made for a rather nice morning. :)
Andy and I and most of his family went to celebrate at the Cheesecake Factory, had a very nice lunch. After that, I went with his mom & his sister and we did the first round of clothes shopping... yes. Because the t-shirts and ratty jeans and earth shoes just won't cut it anymore. We did have a lot of fun, I managed to find real clothes that are actually my style and still dressy (which is kind of amazing, really) (but all of those tweeds, oh my! I think I was a dowdy old british man in my former life.)
Today, went to church, did the sound thing, and then we went to Borders and I turned in my two-week notice. My poor supervisors, they seemed grief-stricken; and Ralph was actually just asking Bonnie to give me more hours. *sigh* I'm really going to miss them, quite terribly. Playing with books is always fun, but the bookstore has become my social hour; for the most part, I get along with my coworkers terrifically well, we always have things to talk about, ways to make trouble. And I suck at staying in touch with people, so I really don't want to lose those friends.
They asked if I wanted to stay on as contingent, but it probably wouldn't be the best option, so we filed seperation with eligibility to rehire. If for some reason I want to go back, or pick up a couple of hours every so often, I will have no problem doing that. For now, though, it's over (or will be, in two weeks.)
Having a full-time job will be fantastic. Still kind of sad, though. I've been looking for months, and I'm not entirely certain that I'm ready for this part to be over.
(the other job, on the other hand, I will not miss.)