Monday was awful. I waited, and waited, and waited some more. I had to go to work Monday morning, which was the last thing I was interested in doing at that point, and I must have checked my messages 5 times before my first break. Then my mom left me a message letting me know that they had called my dad's work to get a reference for me. That was maddening! I knew they were making their decision, and all I could do was wait to get the call. I agonized because I had considered sending a follow-up letter after the interviews, but since I didn't have a printer, I really couldn't write one without driving all the way to Templeton just to use my parent's printer. I kept thinking, "you should have done it, you should have taken the extra effort to get that letter sent, it might make the difference you need if they're deciding between you and another applicant...." Over and over I kept playing different scenarios of how I might have possibly made a different or better impression, what if I had answered that question differently, anything!
Finally at lunchtime the message was there for me. I called back and got the answering machine, so I left a message of my own. Then I had to wait some more! I listened to the message several times trying to figure out if I could tell by the tone in her voice if she was calling to congratulate me, or if there was that "I'm so sorry I have to disappoint you" tone in her voice. But I couldn't tell. I had to wait. Finally, the office manager called back.
I GOT IT!!!!!
They offered me a really nice position- Dispensing optician, full time, 40 hours a week, no weekends, starting at 50 cents an hour more than I'm making now. Sweet!! I am so, so happy about this I can't find words for it. I gave notice that same day. Of course, that dampened my excitement a bit. I felt so bad giving notice to an employer who's been so great. But this opportunity is more than I can ignore. They've been generous as it is, giving me over 30 hours a week when the job could be done in as little as 20. So I really appreciate them, and I'm sorry to leave. But I know it's for the best. I am so excited about this new job, I know it's going to be great. I feel like this is exactly what I should be doing, that I'm right where I should be. It's really nice to have so much peace about the decision I've made, instead of the usual agonizing and vasillating, the fear of change. I'm scared of this change, too, but it's different. I know I can do this. I know this change is for the best.
Well my first full day is October 1st. I'll be blogging all about it later. Right now I'm hungry, and I want some food.