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It's the day before my birthday, so I consider each of the following bullets a birthday present for me on my 2nd 22nd:
- Dad's fiancee's visa is finalized - yay, the wedding can finally happen!
- Barack Obama wins majority of pledged delgates - Holla!
- I receive calls from THREE different places wanting to schedule job interviews - the relentless plastering of my resume all over town finally pays off!
- During the late afternoon conference call interview for my dream job, I am told one of my answers gets an A+ - and who doesn't like to get an A+??
- Mr. Smith Goes to Washington on the big screen
- And, finally, the most bestest birthday present of all...I AM OFFICIALLY OFFERED MY DREAM JOB at 5:20 this afternoon! Best. Day. Ever.
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I hate waiting. Hate it. Especially when I have no idea when the waiting might end. Which makes this whole job hunting thing horribly painful. However, everyone tells me I'm doing well, since I've had a couple of interviews already, with another scheduled for Thursday. Of course, if I get the job that I really want, I might be...well, let's wait and reveal that once I know for certain that it's really going to happen. Keep you in suspense a bit and all that.
I slept for more than ten hours last night, and it felt fantastic.
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Yup, I have a hell of a hangover right now. Last night was my birthday party (actual birthday is Wednesday) and boy, did I celebrate. I haven't done much today, but the roommate and I did make it to IKEA, so there was a sense of accomplishment in finally buying a dresser and a chair for my desk. I've made a few plans for tomorrow, so that I don't have an empty, yawning day ahead of me. I will devote several hours in the morning to applying for jobs, and then I have things to do in the afternoon and evening, which is good for me, because what terrifies me most about not having a job (besides the lack of income) is not having anything to do. I plan to go to a different museum every day, to alleviate boredom and get me out of the house. I think it's a good plan.
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It's slowly starting to feel like home here, in my new place. I've been here about a month, and slowly things are getting settled and put in order. The next year and a half will undoubtedly fly by. My plan right now, which is subject to change at any moment without a bit of public notice, is to be in DC until 2010, and then go someplace else for my next adventure. Maybe grad school, even. We'll see.
Yesterday was my last day as an intern. I've been interning at one place or another since January 2006, and I couldn't wait to be done as an intern, but of course now that it's actually done I'm feeling kind of 'aw, this part of my life is so over' about it. The world is still my oyster, and while I haven't quite figured out how to crack it open and get at the really big pearl yet, the past four months in DC have pushed me ever closer to my goals. I'm so close to something really great and really big I just want to sit and cry at the possibility and hope that permeates my life right now...So close, so close...
And I have been a horribly irregular blogger. Blame it on the hectic nature of the past few weeks, blame it on me not making writing a priority (which is a shame, because I need to write to feel whole, and I have not been writing as I should AT ALL, which leaves me feeling anxious and needy). Now that I am officially unemployed I'm gonna do my best to post here everyday until I have a job. It's the right thing to do.
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