What a great way to start the weekend. I got THE call today. The one letting me know I was going to be able to sleep a little easier. That I wasn’t going to have to stress so much over finances. Yep, I got a job!
I’ve been working as a tax preparer since January and the job was only going to last through April. When March rolled around, I started to panic a little. Ok, a lot. So imagine my surprise when I got a call Monday asking if I could come back in for an interview. Oh wait – I probably need to back track just a bit.
Right around Christmas time, I interviewed with a law firm and the interview went great. The office manager and I hit it off so well my interview lasted almost 2 hours. She all but told me the job was mine. With the holidays I knew I might not hear anything until after Christmas and possibly the new year.
The new year came and went. I heard nothing. I wallowed a tiny bit, ok a lot damn it, and then a cousin asked if I was interested in working for them at their tax preparation office. I said sure. I didn’t have any experience with tax prep but I have over 13 years office/clerical/administrative experience and can learn most anything if you give me the manual. I did a little training, took some tests, became IRS certified and started doing taxes. Oh and managing the office which was a half mile from my house. Can I just tell you how nice it is to have a 2 minute commute? And I won’t even mention driving almost 2 weeks on a 1/4 of a tank of gas.
Anyway, fast forward to this week. I met with the office manager again. We talked for almost an hour and she told me she had one more person to talk to that next day but that I would hear from her one way or the other after the interview. The interview was at 3:00 p.m. At 4:30 I hadn’t heard anything so when That Man called I was thisclose to crying and while talking to him the dam broke. I had decided I was the biggest loser in the world, I was a failure and couldn’t do anything right. Because I hadn’t heard back and I just knew I hadn’t gotten the job.
I got up this morning and headed into work. I was in a piss poor mood like you wouldn’t believe. The office has been really slow these last few weeks, doing only 1 or 2 returns a day, so I knew I needed to do something to stay occupied or I would sit there all day feeling sorry for myself and/or crying. And y’all know “20 Questions” was working with me this week so can you imagine what I would have had to endure if he had seen me like that? Oh holy hell no! I went on a cleaning spree. Bathroom – check. Kitchen – check. Refrigerator cleaned out – check. Vacuum – check. Windows cleaned – check. Then it happened.
My cell phone rang. It was them; the firm where I had interviewed my tookus off and knew in my heart had done I great job but had convinced myself I had messed it all up. I answered the phone and after a polite exchange of how are you and all that jazz, she asked if I could be there Monday morning. Could I? You bet your grandma’s girdle I could be there!
I’ll be making almost as much as I was at my last job in the legal field and almost twice as much as I was making at the tax place. There’s no benefits offered but I’ll figure that out later. Right now it’s just nice to know I’ll have the same amount of money coming in each month. It’s been five months since I was laid off. Three and a half of those living on unemployment. What I received in one month of unemployment was less than one of my paychecks. Times were tough, let me tell you. Had it not been for help from my parents (thank you – love y’all so much!) and others, I don’t know how I would have made it. But made it I did.
I think I may be on the upswing. And that’s a mighty good feeling I must say.
If you were one of those who offered prayers, positive thoughts, good juju or sacrificed a goat, thank you from the bottom of my not-as-hard-as-some-would-lead-you-to-believe heart. So tonight, in the words of Miss Donna Fargo, I’m the happiest girl in the whole USA. Thank y’all so very, very much!