Ok, so I’m a big sissy. I cried.
After I hung up, I cried. I have a job. It’s a job helping veterans. It’s smack in the middle of town at the federal building. It’s permanent, full-time, and I don’t even care what it pays. I have a job.
Comment from the old blog:
Oh my gosh. I’ve been away from zaadz for days and days. Yay! Congratulations! I know the relief you must feel. I’m certain this job has something of wonderful significance to teach you. When do you start?