I have been keeping a little secret for the last few weeks, because I'm paranoid. But now the time has come to share it.
No, I'm not pregnant. Can you imagine a pregnant 51-year-old? Yikes!
I got a job!!!!
I start Monday. It's going to be doing almost exactly what I did before at a company much like my previous one.
I knew walking into the interviews that I would be a good fit for the job, professionally. Within minutes of each interview, I felt like I'd be a good fit, personally. And thankfully, they agreed. I was at the beginning of their final interviews, so I had some time to dwell on it - and I honestly thought I hadn't gotten the job. Then I got a call from the recruiter. She said, "They loved you..." and I waited for the "...but". This time, the but was an and. They offered me the job.
Everything since has been a blur. I filled out a ton of paperwork, they did my background check, and within a week, I had my new equipment. It's nice, too!!! Like, deluxe.
The job is a hybrid - I'll be in office some, at home some. I cannot wait.
And here's the cherry on the whole ice cream sundae of it all.
On Monday, I received a note in the mail. From my new boss, welcoming me to the team. This was the card:
These are my people. This is the job I was meant to have, all along.
I am happy.
I am nervous.
I am employed.
ae
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