She Works Hard for Her Money

I'm trying something new. It's called "A job that doesn't suck." Novel idea, isn't it?

That's right, I got a new job! One that doesn't require me to put in 80 hours a week for tiny, tiny wages. One that respects my right to personal time, my right to privacy, and my right to not spend my days hawking an alternate post-graduate option to college seniors who dread seeing my name in their inbox.

I had a great interview last week, and they offered me the position within two days. I'm leaving the non-profit org. world and entering the realm of higher education administration... I'm thinking this is my true calling. I love telling people what to do. If I couldn't be a college administrator, I'd be a high school guidance counselor-- or even better, a college counselor, telling students where they should go and what they should do with their lives. I can't keep my own life together, but I can certainly tell other people what's wrong with theirs. I mean, I even talk back to the characters on Melrose Place (for example, Jo Reynolds, do you really think it's a good idea to let crazy Kimberly Shaw deliver your baby in secret? Seriously? In what universe was did that seem like a good idea? Dumbass.)

So, a new job, a new start. I'm staying in the city, but as my new job is in an entirely different location, I'll be making a move. Look for upcoming stories about apartment hunting, getting to know a new area of the city, and whether or not my new job lives up to the expectations I've set for it. In my interview, my new boss made reference to himself as "The Devil Wears Prada," but only on those rare occasions that everything goes wrong. I told him I think I can live with that. We'll have to wait and see how right I am.