Eh heh…hey, guys. So remember not so long ago when I sprang the fact that I was leaving my job of two years on you?
Welp, I’m doing it again. I put in my notice today.
I know what you’re thinking:
But Justine, you’ve only been at the new job for about five months! That’s hardly long enough to know if you should leave or not.
Well, no offense, but your opinion is just wrong. While there wasn’t anything inherently wrong with my job, it just…wasn’t a good fit. The people were nice, the pay was good, but I just wasn’t excited about what I was doing. Like, at all.
So what’s so great about this fancy-shmancy new job, huh? HUH?
First, calm down. Second, lots of things, actually. Specifically, my new job is firmly entrenched in social media, which y’all know I enjoy thoroughly. Second, I have the word “specialist” in my new title (further affirming my goal of having a job title that doesn’t include the word “assistant” by the time I’m 25). Third, I’ve only received a glimpse of the kind of things I’ll be working on, but I’m actually excited about my job for the first time in a while. I’ll get to be creative again, and actually do some writing. And I’ll get to answer people’s questions without it being considered customer service. (More like an “ask the editor” kind of thing.) Finally, it’s only 20 minutes from my apartment.
Wait…you’re only going to have to ride the train for 20 minutes?
Something like that. *GRINNING*
Hold the phone. Are you telling me that you don’t have to ride the train at all anymore? Like, not even a little bit?
What about the subway?
*GRIN AND WINK*
Wowza. So how are you getting around now, anyway?
Ready for this? I’m getting a car. Which naturally prompts the question:
What kind of car do you want?
A white Civic.
That’s it? Those are your only requirements?
Yup. I mean, a relatively recent make would be nice.
Could you be any more female and white?
So when are you starting this quote-unquote special job?
October 4th. But my last day at the current gig is September 16th, so I’ll get some time off in between to pretend I’m a housewife.
That sounds like something you would enjoy.
I’m really looking forward to it.
Anything else you want to brag about with the new job?
The building has a cafeteria and a gym. And it’s right by a really nice mall. And every there seems really nice. And apparently they have a lot of sample sales where I can get kitchen goods for dirt cheap prices.
I was being sarcastic.
No, you’re not.
No, I’m not. *GRINNING*
So now that your wedding is over and you don’t have to ride the train, what the heck are you going to write about here?
Lord, who knows. Maybe I should get pregnant just to have some new fodder.
Yes! Gawd. Although I would get a puppy.
Can’t blame you.
And, I mean, sooner or later there will be a new apartment to decorate. And there’s always Kitchen Adventures. And…you know…stuff.
You are really over-estimating my interest in the this question.
Welp, sounds like you have things pretty figured out. Of course, now you’ll have to worry about gas prices, rush-hour traffic, turning into a townie-
Could you just let me enjoy this?
Sorry…no more trains?