Pinch me

This Sunday, May 16, 2010, will mark the one-year anniversary of the day I graduated from the happiest place on earth. I'll spare you the torrid details of how my life has changed since then because A) if you've been tuning in regularly you are probably already familiar with them, and B) I'm planning on recapping them on Sunday anyway. However, because it's pertinent to this post, I'm going to give you a quick and dirty review: I graduated, I had plans, I cried, I changed my plans, I cried, I was broke, I cried, I bad-mouthed my major, I cried, I cursed myself for graduating, I cried, I applied for jobs, I cried, I spent a lot of time in employment limbo, and all of a sudden people started calling me for interviews! And recruiters were seeking me out for positions I'd never even heard of! And a few people I interviewed with seemed to like me! And then on Monday, May 10, 2010--a day that will live in infamy--I got my first true job offer.

Without getting too specific (or dooced before I've even started) it's like this: a large company with an office in the Metroplex  wants me to join their marketing team and write just about everything from web content to creative copy. They want to give me more benefits than I'll know what to do with, and oh yeah, they want me to spend my first week on the job (as well as a few weeks of every year) training and mingling with the rest of the marketing team at their headquarters here:

 [Source: MetroScenes]

Hum...I don't know let me think about it ok I accept! But wait, how is this happening to me? Are you sure you called the right number? When am I going to wake up? Never mind, don't answer any of that, let's just go with it.

I'd like to apologize to God for considering giving up on writing and on finding full-time employment--sorry, Lord, I never should have doubted that the abilities you gave me would eventually lead to something sort of perfect; to my parents for being a moody boomerang child--thanks for the living quarters, free food, and laundry service, mom and dad. Kitty and I will be out of your hair before you know it; to my intended for being wishy-washy and weepy--you are a rock and an angel, love, especially since you found the job posting for me; and most of all, to my major for the unkind words I've had for it--if it weren't for you, English rhetoric, I would not be set to spend week one of June in my favorite city in the world.