By: Revanche

An Official Announcement

March 15, 2010

I got the job.

<-- Congratulatory cake and root beer. 

I’m kind of sad that I didn’t make it out to the East Coast like I’d originally hoped to when starting this journey because I’ve got so many awesome friends and blogger friends out there (so many, can’t link to all!), I’d yearned to take on the East Coast, and I’m a little envious of the crowd that populates the DC Blogger Happy Hour.  But those are maybe not the best criteria on which to be gauging a relocation for a job, especially considering the HCOL and lack of jobs that were as interested in me.

And that’s not in the least meant to be a slight against my West Coast blogger friends (again, too many to list) because they are darn awesome too!  We’re just so much more spread out over here that Happy Hours don’t actually happen.  

Oh, “what about the job” you ask?  Right, the job.  I’ve been hired to a full time position for a non-profit in the colder, more northerly half of California.  It’s going to kick my butt while giving me a chance to really learn and show what I’ve learned in more adverse conditions. I’ll officially be in charge of people and telling them how to do their jobs better. [It’s in the job description. Really. Don’t worry, I don’t plan to be obnoxious about it.]

More importantly(?), years after I defiantly made up my mind to do so, I’m finally moving out.

In light of recent developments with the family, I can’t cut the money cord so this poses some new budgetary challenges. I’ll be salaried for the first time so that’s made budgeting easier but affording life harder.

I’ve powwowed with Excel and calculated to a fare-thee-well my family’s expenses, my projected expenses against my probable take-home pay. It’s not unemployment but it’s no great shakes after all’s said and done. My savings will be a long time regenerating, and I’m definitely living on a broke student budget for at least another year.  At that point, if I’ve done my job, they’ll be throwing the money at me. 😉 Just kiddin’, there are no guarantees there.  I’ll also need to spend some or the better part of my 3 weeks of vacation doing freelance work.  

The interview was a heck of a thing but not nearly as bad as what I’d braced myself for, only 6.5 hours, not 8.5!)  I did negotiate though I’m not surprised that I didn’t get everything I wanted.  I did my research, took into consideration the market and the fact that I didn’t have competing offers versus continued unemployment, presented a case in a friendly but firm voice, and let the die fall where they might.

They fell on the patch of felt marked, “this is our best offer,” and I took it.

I’m pretty nervous excited terrified nervous. I have mood swings.

I have two weeks to put my life in boxes and ship it out, I have two weeks to fully automate my family’s financials, I have two weeks to see and hug everyone one last time before I fill out a change of address and walk out of the town I grew up in.

The logistics are frustrating but I’ll get a handle on them. (It only took a week to get any moving company to return my calls!  Hello! Are we or are we not in a recession? Isn’t cash-money what you want?)

I’m still working on that other part where I’m really truly moving out, except not really telling my family it’s a real move because I can’t trust my brother to act right if he knows I’m absent.  I’m all kinds of conflicted about that.  I need to be able to come home to a non-wrecked home and a set of live (and as healthy as possible under the circumstances) parents. I don’t see that happening should the sibling realize that he essentially has no parole officer.

But I’ve got a job.  I’ve got a job.

P.S. Days of the week, like Mondays, are going to have to mean something again! 

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