fuck. yeah.
Yesterday I got a call from Dream Job Employer. The one that I mentioned two weeks ago, when he interviewed me and told me he was going to decide in a couple days. And then he emailed and said it would take a couple extra days. And then he disappeared. And I pretty much assumed, really safely wholly assumed, that That was That. Because no one around here bothers to tell you when you don’t get a job. There are just too many applicants.So yesterday morning he calls. He has “follow up” questions. Am I really going to stick around for this job? Aren’t I likely to leave this part-time job as soon as I’m offered some glamorous full-time job? And I try to explain that this, this very job, is the job I would leave other jobs for. He seems unconvinced. Can we meet again? he asks. Except he’s leaving town for a week. So I tell him I can come into town immediately. Name the time. Two o’clock, he says. I’ll be there, I say. It is 11:30 and I am at the house where I’ve been dogsitting. And all the clothes in my bag smell like wet dog.
I literally run to my truck. I race home. I shower; I scrounge for non-smoky non-doggy passable interview clothes. I run to the corner drug store, because in my haste I left my toiletries at the dogsitting house. I make the 1:14 bus.
Dream Job Employer and I go to a coffee shop. This process has been really hard, he explains. We chat some more about the work, which involves helping property owners and developers turn brownfields – contaminated land – into productive urban space. In summary, a mix of science and design and community activism. In summary, a job working with lots of different people, speaking and writing and working through crazy bureaucratic shit. In summary, twenty hours a week of making
And then in the middle of the conversation he just turns and says, You know, I want to offer you this job. And I pause for a minute, and think, Did he just offer me the job? And he did. We shook hands. One minute I don’t have it, the next minute I do. The universe has been quite the mystery to me lately.
So I have a job. After three-plus months of pasta and pity, I have a fucking Kickass Rockstar Job. Actually, I guess I have three.
Also I have a new hat. Melissa made it.
posted by tortaluga @ 1:16 PM
5 Comments:
Kick ass! i'm going to need some more details about this job!
Awesome posting. Congrats, rockstar!
WAHOO!!
Just as we suspected - 30 isn't going to suck. It might even beat out 29.
Love,
La
Congratulations! Hell of a Christmas week, eh?
Great to hear that. Would love to hear a lot more about this new job! Sounds fantastic. Veeeeeerry jealous.
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