It’s 3:15 pm. I’m finishing up a REALLY fun weekend. Though Friday night was spent feeling under the weather and vegging out with my boyfriend, Saturday more than made up for it. I went to my first professional soccer game after. A bunch of us met up for pre-game tailgating which was a really fun time. (Note to self, buy a collapsible chair) The game was amazingly exciting. DC United actually tied with L.A. Galaxy, which is pretty impressing considering they have David Beckham (who was kind of a jerkham. We enjoyed taunting him.) Then of course there was an after party. Miraculously, I actually had a decent amount of energy during the party instead of wanting to just go take a nap.
Today (Sunday), I got up at a decent hour, went to mass with the manfriend and had a quick brunch at Firehook. We parted ways after that and now I’m spending the afternoon doing the rest of my laundry and organizing my room to prepare for the coming week. In a bit, I’ll iron my outfit for tomorrow. Why all this? Well,
I’m finally starting my job tomorrow!!!
As I’m organizing my stuff, I’ve been finding a lot of the encouraging notes I’ve written for myself over the past months.
“You will get a job.”
“Don’t give up.”
“Everything will work out.”
Even though I originally received this job offer in September, it wasn’t until last month that I actually had a definite day it would begin. And even up until Friday, I was a little worried that I STILL wouldn’t start tomorrow because of all the budget craziness. But not after all the waiting and stressing and wondering, everything has come through alright and I will actually be a woman with a career. A career with benefits and opportunities and a real purpose.
Just like the title I’ve given this post, it feels like my life has actually entered the stage of open-endedness. Until now, everything’s been stuck into little packages. Undergraduate education ends on this date, graduate education ends at this date. I have this much time in Minnesota, this much time in Texas. Only a very specific limited time to develop friendships and memories. I’m glad to say that I do still have friends from these time periods, but it’s always depressing to have that clock in the back of your mind saying “if I try to befriend this person, I have only 2 months to actually hang out with them.” Even while I’ve been DC, I’ve just had temp jobs with the worry that after that assignment ends there’s the possibility that I won’t find another one and will have to leave this place, too.
Well, I could potentially work at this place for the rest of my working life if it turns out to be a great fit, and I’m moving into my VERY OWN apartment on July 1st. I have a wonderful group of friends, an amazing boyfriend, and just so much hope for the future.
But really, right now…I am just SO PUMPED to start this job. What. A. Relief.
