My new job is pretty much the bomb.
Yes, the bomb.
Yes, it is 1997. (In which case, it's da bomb.)
Seriously, though, it's day three and I'm sure I'm going to love it. There's always a moment of fate when you realize you're going to love your new job. (Or, you are going to hate it.) I knew my last job was a fit when I showed up thirty minutes late to my interview due to some botched MapQuest directions. Panicky yet resigned to a probable rejection due to my breaking the Cardinal Rule of Punctuality at the First Interview, I was profusely apologetic and obviously frazzled.
My future boss leaned back in his chair, folded his hands behind his head and calmly smiled at me, "No need to worry. We're here. We'll be here whenever you get here."
My blood pressure immediately dropped and I immediately adored him.
I realized this job was going to be a great fit Tuesday night. We were on a retreat with the high school girls and about ten of them performed Backstreet Boy's I Want it That Way around the bonfire. I turned to the girl next to me and declared, "That just assured me this job is going to be awesome."
These high school girls I'll be working with are some of the sweetest, most respectful, hilarious, and wonderful women I've ever met. They asked me to sit with them at lunch and were excited that I'd be doing service with them and asked me where my office is so they can visit me. Not to mention my coworkers who made me laugh for 36 hours straight.
Even with all the usual awkwardness of starting a job (seriously, what do you do all day before you really have responsibilities?), I'm really enjoying it so far. We even have a WALL of windows. A freakin' wall, people! Last year, I was in a dungeon. It could snow two feet outside, and I'd have no idea. Not to mention missing an entire day's worth of sunshine. So, I'm looking forward to gazing outside from time to time.
The whole hiding-my-nose-stud attempt? Well, I asked a few girls if they were allowed facial piercings at school when I noticed one of the girls had a lip stud (Which turned out to be a glob of marshmallow from her s'more. Ha.). She said, "No, but I like your nose ring."
Oh. Guess it's not quite covert as I'd thought. I told them to keep it quiet and they assured me that most of the people who would care wouldn't be able to see it anyway. It just looks like a big pore. Or a blackhead. Pretty cute, right?
Thank you all for your wishes of good luck and sweet words - you are the best ever.