Everydaystranger

Kimberly said it in the comments the other day, and I carried on. She’d arranged for the luck fairy to get a steak and a blowjob to see if it would help with me getting the job I’d been interviewing for and, well, what’s with continuing a little fellatio amongst magical creatures, eh?

Monday morning the HR executive called and told me that the company really liked me and thought I would be a great fit. I would have to have one more interview with a Head Honcho and psychometric testing. They would call me back to arrange this.

Last night the HR man and I played phone tag.

This morning he called me back.

Thank you very much, but I would not be required to come back in for another interview or for testing.

My heart sunk even lower than it currently has been.

Instead, he said, he’s been authorized to go straight to an offer for me to join their company.

My heart exploded.

I’m waiting to hear back on the terms of their offer, which should come in later today.

So yeah. My world has exploded. My entire life is shit on a scale that even I have never before witnessed or, for that matter, survived.

Apart from my babies.
A shot at grad school.
And now a new job.

Who needs a heart when you have dishes to do?

Baby steps.
To those who asked the luck fairy for help, I am in your debt.

-S.

*no actual fairies were blown in the making of this job change.