Finally. FINALLY. I just secured my absolute dream job offer and am doing a jig while typing this. I can finally take the last few less than fun months and push them off a cliff. After going on no less than 487 interviews over the past month, I can now take a minute to relax. And by relax I mean lay face down on the floor with my eyes closed for a week. Exhausted would be an understatement. 

I, being one of the biggest worriers around, spent the past few months working myself into an absolute frenzy about getting a new job. Waking up at 3am to think about what I would say in tomorrow’s interview was unavoidable. My brain cannot be stopped. My brain has a brain of its own. If there’s something completely worthless to stress about? I’m there - and I’m stressed. If left to my own devices, I will lay awake all night thinking about emails which have yet to be written and calls that may need to be made. I am the poster child for the necessity of all sedatives. 

After trying to swallow the possibility of returning to my prior agency to work, and realizing I’d rather gouge my eyes out with a rusty fork, I decided to reach out to every person I’ve ever met in my life to help. Kindergarten teachers. Mailmen. ANYONE. During this process, I most likely drove all my friends and loved ones up a wall… oopsies. I owe people a lot of dinners and drinks for the past few months. 

It is so nice to finally see all my psychosis actually pay off. Perhaps my madness isn’t all a bad thing. I am so ready for the next chapter. I am absolutely tapping my fingers together like Mr. Burns while grinning right now. Exxxcellllent.