How about:

I got a job I got a job I got a job I got a job I got a job I got a job I got a job I got a job I got a job I got a job I got a job I got a job I got a job I got a job I got a job I got a job I got a job I got a job I got a job I got a job I got a job I got a job I got a job I! GOT! A! JOB!!!

I swear, this week, I just might be bulletproof. There is absolutely nothing I can't do.

The job is at Fazoli's, as an associate manager. I admit, that's less than ideal. It's in that nebulous almost-fast-food region that two months ago, I would have sworn was beneath me. But, it's not like I'm committing to a lifetime here.

This is something I can do for a year or two, and then I can take my management skillz elsewhere. This is a necessary step, and I'm thrilled to finally be taking it. I've been compromising myself for too damn long. Even a baby step is more than I've done, uh, ever.

Besides, the new car and the insurance on the new car meant that I needed a better paying job ASAP. So I lowered my standards a little, and achieved practically instantaneous jobbage.

Yesterday, I had the interview. Today, the nice Head Boss Lady called to say I was hired. I start Aug. 6. I need to aquire some black pants and a black sock or two, and I'm good to go.

The job is in Madison. Tonight, I started the apartment hunt. If we're willing to live outside of Madison, we can totally find something reasonably close to what we're paying now.

This is really happening. Oh. My. God.

Gooooo, me!

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