“Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.” – Confuscious
It’s been a little over six months since I up and quit my job. With the 1.5 hour daily commute, totaling my car in a snow storm and just general readiness to have a job that was semi-accessible from home, it was totally time. These past six months have harbored a spectrum of feelings I didn’t even know I had… trying to figure out this whole “being a wife” thing, exploring my next step in the corporate world, and just sort of figuring out how things work after the crazy, wonderful mess that was 2011.
Last Tuesday, I got the call. The call I’ve waited a couple of years to receive and more fervently waited these past few months. And hearing the words “We’d like to offer you the position” couldn’t have sounded better if I had dreamed them up on my own. But, there they were. There they joyously were. So, just like any school girl with a crush, I mumbled out a giddy “I accept” and went on to talk details. People, I have a job. A real job, not just a “stay at home dog mom” kind of job. There’s all kinds of opportunity and room for a good challenge – so wish me luck with a hefty “hell yeah” as I head back off into the world of black pants and blouses starting tomorrow.