This was quite the busy weekend. Friday, I got a job. Because of the need for anonymity, I can’t give you many details. But I can give you a hint…
It’s going to be good, I’m sure. I mean, I actually liked all the people I met and interviewed with. This, I can tell you, is a rarity in the interviewing process. Anyway, despite all the good signs, I’m not really looking forward to rejoining the full-time work force.
Okay, okay. I know that my tone has changed, materially, since those early, dark posts from December. But I’ve gotten into a groove. I’m enjoying unemployment. I wouldn’t go so far as to say “I’m finding myself” – one, because I’m not, and two, because that’s really, really lame. But I have finally gotten comfortable with where I am. I am back to not hating DC, which is good. I have some friends here who are great, who really make me laugh, and who make me less inclined to flee, screaming, from this G-d forsaken swampland, despite what it’s doing to my hair. And I’m going to miss my Friday adventures with the LJ clan.
But, alas, it’s time to get back to work. If for no other reason than because … wait for it… HC and I bought a house on Sunday.
Yup, you heard it here first. HC and I are about to do one of the scariest things two people can do together – buy real estate.
The house is fantastic, truly. It is also on Capitol Hill. So I will be leaving Dupont Circle and all of the restaurants and bars and convenience that come along with it for the Hill. I’m worried, to be sure. But I’m hoping that the allure of outdoor space and a grill will work in my favor.
Normally, with all of these good things going on, I’d be waiting for the other shoe to drop. You know, that balancing act that the universe does – for every good thing that happens, one to seven bad things happen to balance that out. But luckily, the day I got the offer for the job, it was for considerably less money than I was hoping for, I had that little kitchen fire, and I got sick. And after we saw the house that we are in the process of buying, I got a flat tire. And I’m still sick and getting sicker. So I think, karmically, I’m even steven.
Things are looking up for ole Liz Lemon!