Sunday night, I felt a buzzing. I had the distinct impression that this was my week. This was the week I was going to get a job. Part of me wanted to write it off as birthday giddiness, but something else said, no, this week is decorated in twinkle lights, just you wait and see.
Okay, I thought, bring it on.
Yesterday, I replied to a job ad online.
Email led to phone call led to text message led to interview led to “I already like you” led to training tomorrow morning.
I’m letting it hit me that I have a job. And not just in the “yay, I can pay rent and release myself from my no non-essentials budget!” way, but in a “wow, this is a great company; a company I would want to work for at home” sort of way.
Did I really move myself around the world and find a job in the farm-to-table/sustainable/locavore world that I passionately want to be a part of? And I get to wear jeans??
The woman who interviewed me started in my role, when she was a backpacker, and is now their national recruiter. I wonder if the same could end up being my story…
One step at a time, obviously, let’s just get through the first day of training.
But I am happy. I’m excited. I feel so humble and lucky that I get to do something I genuinely care about, that has a positive impact on people and the planet.
And it’s only Tuesday.
What else is in store for this week?
Footsteps On Concrete 