Once again, I have to rename my blog because as of Monday, I am no longer mildly employed. Oh no, I am very much employed and very pleased about it.
About two weeks ago, I received a job as an Administrative Assistant at Honda Finance in Elgin. Though it is a temp to hire position (aka no salary or benefits yet), I am beyond excited to have a 9-5 like all the big kids. The best part is that one of my very best friends has already been working there and since she referred me, she gets $50.
You know what that means? Lots of über pretzels and vitus.
Just last week I got ANOTHER call from this amazing events company. I will be working part time as their Social Media Specialist (more in my dream field then Honda). I’ll be handling Facebook, twitter, Pinterest, Google+, and all blog posts for the next few months. This is only an internship, and therefore temporary, but am hoping it develops into something more. The to-do list is a little intimidating (20-25 hours of work a week), but I am giddy to start. Everyone in the office seems so chill, especially my boss who dropped the f bomb about 3 times in my training session.
So after 6 months of blood, sweat, and tears (ok maybe not so much blood, but definitely tears), I can finally hang up the good ol’ dirndl and move into a life of commuter traffic, business casual, and normal sleeping patterns. Bring on those 60 hours a week!
My nephew is 3 months, aka “I scream until I get what I need” age. As I’m warming his bottle, my father makes a quip about me eating his food and refuses to make me coffee.
My dad? A stout and staunch middle aged white christian republican from the suburbs.
Me? A girl with a blog, a heavy coffee addiction, and an even heavier sarcastic sense of humor that I like to use aggressively with my father in order to amuse me in my otherwise bland suburban life.
Me: So are you going to make enough coffee for the both of us?
Pops: You want some of MY coffee? Go buy your own.
Me: Put it like this, Dad. Lucas screams for Milk. I have absolutely no problem screaming until you make me coffee.
Pops: *laughs, gauges the seriousness of my expression, stops laughing and pours in more water*
Sad, but true. And also immensely entertaining to yours truly.
It has been recently brought to my attention that my blog is not as entertaining as it once was. Instead of “cultural insight”, I am left to reblog photos of things that entertain me and the occasional quip on why my currently pseudo-occupation as bar wench at a local German-style bar is less then amusing.
After all, THIS is what is most enthralling in my life. Mad Men, ironic and clever MEMEs, and the occasional conversation with a young child that makes absolutely no sense.
Indeed, my life is much less enthralling to the outside then it once was just a few months ago. Part of me mourns my lost life. The excitement at every corner, the people, the sights. There is nothing more exhilarating then not knowing and working with it when you get there. And while in the moment (that is quite overwhelmingly epic), looking back at it I realize why some people watched like it was a reality show. The draw was not my leap, but the crash at the end.
I have learned a lot and lost a lot. But I have also gained. One of those things, being a job (yay?!). It is not my ideal position, but I will work hard at it, find some sort of mantra to get me through. What is that they say about the whole boot straps thing?
Meh, I’ll work on it later. For now I am too busy focusing on my amazon search for office-appropriate heels to worry about boots.