I have been berated by a few people for not keeping up on this blog.
I got busy being lazy, ya know?
From now on, I shall be better, better, and better.
One of the newer/more exciting parts of my life is that I got a new job. It is a company in Sandy, Utah, which means a longer commute, which I have no objection to. I will be getting paid a rather decent salary, with benefits I could give a high-five to. Plus, the executives do not seem full of mammonism or hate my new department, like my current company’s executives. Instead, I will be working with experienced technical writers and a fully-stocked break room.
I shouldn’t have gotten the job. I wrote “plants” in my resume when I should have written “plans.” And yes, the interviewers noticed and pointed it out during the interview. As you can imagine, a typo on a writer’s resume is kind of like interview suicide. I thought I was going to jump off a cliff (or the high conference table we were sitting at) and run away. So I was surprised when a few days later they called to offer me the job. I accepted the job offer, partied with Seth, and imagined what it would be like to be a big girl with a big girl job.
I’m 24, so it’s about darn time.
Tomorrow is actually me last day. My boss is a rather nice guy and throwing me a “good bye” party. Then it’s peace out to my cruddy job.
Oh yeah, and my sister is most likely moving out to Utah for college. I am most excited because now I can make her hang out with me sometimes, but I will regret not being able to mock her about the things I watch on Portlandia anymore. Here is a clip, so you get an idea what I mean:
