so the phone rings. and it’s the owner of this marketing company i’ve done some coding for before, and i’ve always loved collaborating with the graphics guy there. we make cool websites together. we always made noises about wishing we could work together, but they never had the work to hire me. when the phone rang, i thought it was him, but it was the boss lady. and she was offering me a job. part time to start working into full time.
it’s a good thing i was sitting down. i’m such a spazz, i started babbling about my car (this job is about 26 miles from here, and there is a large and intimidating hill to get up). then i got a grip and muttered something about working that out, no matter how farfetched that concept is. sometime monday (which i picked so chris could drive me if necessary while whatever is happening to get my car going, i have only vague optimistic thoughts about how that might happen, and this frightens me).
friday i was going to be a freelancer. and now i have potentially two jobs, both part time, both of them telling me i can have whatever schedule i want, both doing things i’m fairly good at. i’m a little taken aback by this, and that’s only if ‘aback’ means ‘completely fucking freaked out’.
this is the coolest little company, a small shop with talented people doing really wonderful work. unlike my last job, they are totally committed to developing the web side of the business. the only thing between me and a very bright future is 26 miles and a big hill, and a buick with a deathrattle.
i’m not sure what to do next, probably beer. yeah.