I got the jobs! Both of them, in fact. I didn't think I even would want the second one since most of the work will be an hour away at first, but the guy who interviewed me (my new boss) was so cool, so up front with me, and so willing to work with me and make me feel comfortable, that I took the second one. I hope I made the right decision. I feel like I have. I'll be making $16-$17 an hour with benefits, 25 hours a week to start, and best of all: I don't have to dress like a real grown-up! I can wear a t-shirt and jeans every day! WOO!
I start Tuesday. So I still have some time to transition from lazy college graduate who sometimes doesn't get up until noon to working girl. Small blessings.
I called Mr. St. Anthony Job and told him thanks but I was going to take my other offer, and he caught me off-guard by asking why. Ack! The reasons why, except for benefits, might have sounded rude! The other company seems like it will be more fun, and I felt that my boss there will be more accomodating among other things. So I lamely stuttered, "Uh, you know, it really just felt right." Luckily, everyone around here is Mormon, so I knew he would take that answer. But I sweated it out for a few panicky seconds before I thought of that.
Ok, I feel really lazy. A power-walking girl who I passed driving Jason home half an hour ago just walked by my window. And I'm sitting here. And I haven't gone to the gym since Monday.
Pardon me while I go do some crunchies.
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