Butterflies
To begin, I guess I should really explain what's going on in my life. A few days ago I recieved a phone call I didn't think I would ever get. I guess to really get the point across, the story goes back even further to the beginning of the summer. I was working at a crap ass place known as the Market Cafe where this ass hole paid me $4.50 an hour for a week and a half of 60 hours labor. After quitting the friday before memorial day weekend after my public speaking class ended, I drove down to sanford to visit my friends, and admittedly to get some weed. There was actually supposed to be a group cannoe trip with the basement crew that weekend, but it never got organized so we took a more on-the-fly alternative of going to my friend taylor's family reunion on the way up to go camping in bar harbor where we met up with Whit and did the Bar Harbor night scene which was a great time. But the family reunion is really the key part of the story. It was here where Taylor's brother told him about a job opportunity working for him, for the International House Of Pancakes, IHOP. The job requirements his brother rambled off seemed to me really easy for my past experience with computers. It was a few weeks later that Taylor messaged me from San Deigo telling me he got the job working with his brother and he told me how much he was getting paid. I jumped at the first chance to tell him I wanted in. After getting me information and an application, I lost the internet at my house for 3 weeks and after that my phone died. I lost all communication with Taylor and told him to pretty much forget it. Then later on in the summer, I was in sanford again at my friend Jay's house and I asked him what was more important, Education or Money. And he said "That depends, would the education be easier to obtain with more money?" and I had to say "Yes." I couldn't sleep that night and I drove back to Orono. I got my shit together and got my application, resume, and letter of recomendation scanned and emailed to my friend. By this point, Taylor had already gotten my friend Chris a job, and he was starting soon. This was early August. Wednesday, last week my phone rings around 8pm, and I'm at my house by myself because everyone was at a football game, and my friend calls telling me his boss wants to hire me. After a few phone calls and a couple days I finally talked to my boss yesterday and got the confirmation that I am hired and that I will be in Cincinati, Ohio by probably next weekend. My life is at a pivitol point and I don't feel like I have complete balance. It's weird thinking I don't have anything to worry about except for waiting for my phone to ring to learn more about my job. It sort of makes me feel anxious. Being at school and not going to school is a fucked up feeling as well, almost unsettling. I think I'm still finding it hard to believe this is all really happening. It's too good, I'm scared it's not real.