Success!

Yes! After seven months and six days (but who's counting?) paying my dues as everyone's office bitch in Admin, I am now officially moving on up in the world. I got a wicked temporary job offer on Monday, pending my current supervisor's approval, of course. However, my boss got super pissed and has been avoiding this other person (who's quite a bit higher up in the hierarchy, but at a different location) all week, because the later she speaks to them, the later she can make my start date. Even so, they managed to finally track her down today, four days later, and I'm officially starting my dream job in 2 1/2 weeks.

I'm so ecstatic, and fucking scared out of my mind. I mean, I did a course for this job, as a prerequisite to even applying for anything in this line of work, but the course was theoretical, and the job itself has a massive practical component. Anyway, I sound all shifty because I don't want to reveal where I work/what I do on the Internet ... whatevs, if I know you in real life, and you don't know my damn job already, I'll fucking tell ya, okay?

So yeah, I can't wait. It's also a huge pay raise. Like, so huge that I'll be making nearly twice what I make now. Well, actually I guess it's more like 1 1/2 times what I'm making now. But I would have done it even if it meant taking a pay cut, so that's just an unexpected, but very welcome, bonus.

What does this mean, my friend(s)? Heh. It means I'M GOING SHOPPING!!! Months of frugality, and penny pinching, and even avoiding Tim MotherFucking Horton's, due to lack of $$, is now done. I need some spiffy clothes for my spiffy new job. Oh, and you know what? I ain't buying $40 jeans, my friend. If I see some awesome jeans that cost $150, I will totally buy them.

Wow, I'm feeling pretty damn happy at the moment. Let's see ... got engaged, moved to a new home, bought a nice car, got my dream job. It's been a pretty fucking fantastic winter, if I do say so myself. You are now free to hate and resent me. And ..... begin.