I think the last time I won a wishbone break was when I was 5 or 6 and I wished we could go to Disney World. Little did I know that they’d already planned a family trip for us. So I’m not 100% sure that it counts.
At any rate, a couple weeks back, when I’d picked up a rotisserie chicken for part of that week’s menu, I saved the wishbone on a whim and won the break against Todd. What did I wish for?
A new job, of course.
That weekend I got responses back from two of the jobs I’d applied for, both of which scheduled interviews with me for Tuesday, the 5th; one at 10am and one at 3pm.
Strictly based on the job listings and the brief conversations involved in setting up the interviews, I was leaning towards wanting the 10am job more than the 3pm. But time was getting short so I wasn’t go to be too precious about it: of the 3pm interview led to an offer and the wage was high enough to offset the hour commute (to Valdosta instead of Tallahassee), I would consider it.
The first interview of the day went very well, I thought, and I was shocked when I got back to the car and realized it was 11:30!
I went back to the office and worked for a bit on some paperwork that had come in, planning to leave around 1:15 to give myself plenty of time to get up to Valdosta for 3.
Just as I was getting ready to leave my phone rang, it was the 10am interview offering me the job! I accepted with absolutely no hesitation, then I agreed to start the very next day.
So I went from having a very loose, very flexible schedule to back to full time in the blink of an eye.
The transition has been pretty good, so far, but learning a new job (I’m still bookkeeping, but in a medical setting instead of printing) with new procedures and new programs to learn is exhausting! I’ve come home ready to drop each night. My supervisor assures me that after a week, maybe two, I’ll have adjusted and it won’t be like that anymore. I certainly don’t mind learning new things, but it’s very different to be in a situation where I don’t know what’s going on and can’t be as helpful as I’d like. Again, something that will change in time, I just have to tough it out.
My commute is now only 30 minutes, which is nice, and involved no city traffic at all since I’m working in the boonies now, instead of going into Tallahassee proper. If we were still living in Tallahassee that wouldn’t be as much of a perk, but coming from Thomasville it’s a dream.
For now I’m still working at Graphateria, too, going in on Saturdays to catch up on the physical paperwork (though I’ve brought a few things home so that I can make phone calls on my lunch break during the week).So that’s a jump from working 8-3, 4 days a week, to 8:30-5:30, 5 days a week, plus 4 hours or so on Saturdays.
The change, on top of the heat and humidity, have put me on a rather short fuse this week. Not anger-wise but tear-wise. I’ve burst into tears several times over the last few days for the oddest things and I know it’s the stress (even though it’s good-stress) of all the changes going on right now. I’m really looking forward to things settling down.
While that last bit sounds more like the ‘be careful what you wish for’ sort of thing, it’s really not that. I’m so happy to have a new job, and thrilled that there’s some overlap between the two because it means my finances won’t suffer too much (if at all) due to the change.