I mean, as Wednesdays tend to go. I was pretty tired, but I'm always fucking tired by midweek. Or Tuesday. Okay, Monday. It was nice out. I totally fucking rocked monkey pose in yoga tonight like is wasn't no thang. Well, I didn't get the arms in. But I wasn't aware until I looked for a photo that the arms were even a part of the pose. We do it so rarely in my classes, and quite frankly, the only people in my class tonight who could do the pose were me and my instructor. My hips were open as fuck y'all.
Sure, Cute Coworker and I got yelled at several times today for things getting missed and tiny errors that may or may not have been our fault. But you know what? I don't give a shit because I accepted a job offer today. I'm going to be a research analyst again, but doing business research. It's a great opportunity to expand my knowledge base -- I'll be working with different kinds of data in a different setting. Initially, I was a little worried about going from public policy to business, but through the process I've realized that I'm really, really curious. If someone presents me with a question, I want answers. And that is that.
I haven't said much about the whole process as I was going through it. I'm not really sure why, but it was a conscious decision. It's been a lengthy process -- around a month. And I was recruited by the company, which was a little weird. They finally called late yesterday to make the offer. I guess I had them a little worried when I asked for a day and the benefits information to look over. Truth be told, I had another interview last week, but it was for a temporary (six to nine months) research position. While that gig was more in my field and probably more prestigious, at this point I'm looking for security. And benefits.
They're still trying to figure out my start date. I will have to go to New York for training and I think they're trying to get that all figured out before we confirm things. So, I'm waiting on that confirmation to give notice at my current shit hole. And yes, I'm a sucker because I'm giving two weeks notice. I won't be using them for a reference and I hate it there, but I guess I just can't be that much of a dick. I'm sure this will some how come back to screw me.
So, since the end of January, I've lost a job, started a job and I'm about to quit that job and start another. Hello, stressful situations! I'm a little surprised at how well I've held it together. Which is not that well, but it so could have been worse. You guys have been super supportive as have all my friends and family. Hugs for all!