Never Never Land

On November 12th of last year I got a phone call with a nice lady on the other end of the line who had some REALLY GOOD NEWS to share with me. It was a great way to end a week that I had otherwise spent bracing myself for rejection and prepping to "take 2" the whole shebang. I was interrupted during my graphics class, in which I was slaving away on my advertising portfolio, to answer a phone call with the jury's verdict about what I would be up to for the next few years of my life. People, I was about to find out whether or not I had charmed the pants off of my interviewers enough to snag a real job. Like sit-in-traffic-for-an-hour-wear-clothes-that-make-me-look-constipated-and-frigid-and-collect-dust-while-my-eyes-glaze-over-in-front-of-my-PC-in-my-4x4-cubicle style job.

I DID!!!!!

I GOT A JOB!

I couldn't believe my earballs. Partly because it was my first interview, but mostly because I am still consider myself a ninth grader who's certainly not old enough to have a mom and dad kind of job let alone be in college. These nutcases hired me! BY GEORGE. November 12th was a happy day. And I spent the next few months contemplating another date: June 7th. My "start date". I thought that made me sound like a rocket ship that was scheduled for take off, and Lord knows I needed some clothes for that. So I made Banana Republic my new BFFL and wrote a bucket list for all the things I wanted to do before I was, more or less, locked in a dungeon from which I would be lucky to escape 43 years later and in considerable disrepair. I say this because all I've ever known about jobs my whole life is that you can't live with 'em and you can't live without 'em... I'll reevaluate after a while and see if that's so. I'm still optimistic that I'll love my job. We shall see.

At any rate, having a job was a fun fact I could share with other job hunters and friends and family in November and December and January and February and even in March. Then it became April, and I realized that my fun fact had transformed into a time bomb that was going to explode in 2 MONTHS. 8 WEEKS. Like 60 DAYS. WAY. TOO. SOON. I suddenly gasped and thought BUT I'M TOO YOUNG! and freaked out a little and then thought back to the day I was hired and remembered a little something HR had mentioned in passing...: there was an alternative start date in August. August 2nd. Hmmmmm. Well, I figured, they've already hired me. It can't hurt to try. So I talked to my Ma and my Pa and my boyfriend and my roommates and a couple of other friends about it for the sake of second opinions... and then I called my job. Actually, I called the really nice HR lady. I woke up at like 8 in the morning, and as soon as my alarm went off I reached over for my phone and called. Still half asleep. I didn't want my request to sound rehearsed so I figured I'd do it with half my brain functioning and my eyes still shut. And I tried as best as my 15-year-old self in a 22-year-old's body could to sound professional, convincing, and charming all at once, and, in a nutshell, asked... Can I have my summer back?
The answer: YES!

Well hot-diggity-dog thanks a billion! I could have done a cartwheel over it. Except that I cannot do a cartwheel. But I digress.

All of this to say that today, June 7th, 2010, I am NOT at work. And am, in fact, sitting and blogging. Because I'm bored. And I'm hanging on to the last days of juventud. I've got less than 2 months before this rocket launches and I'm pretty sure there are no more alternative start dates :) I guess everyone's got to take a vacation from Never Never Land every once in a blue moon. I'll make plans to go back ASAP.