Its no secret. I hate my job. Its menial. I like to think. Its underpaid and I feel that I am underappreciated. I'm sure I've bitched about this before, but my supervisor doesn't even know what I know. So he'll spend an hour explaining something to me that I understood at first glance. Or I'll understand something, explain it to him, have him go talk to someone with a PhD to get them to explain it to him, and come back and explain to me everything I already told him! I shit you not. This actually happened.
So I've been applying for jobs in research. I figure I have a science degree (even though it is only an applied science degree) so I might be able to weasel my way in as a technical assistant or something like it, and get some on the job training. I didn't think that I had what it takes to make it in that way, but once Green Eyes learned that I am degree qualified, he provided much encouragement. He seems to honestly think that I am definitely able to make it in that field, going as far as to be a reference for me.
I have recently seen a job that is perfect. And I applied. Applications closed yesterday. I got a call back today and arranged an interview for next week. My first reaction was to jump around and scream and yell. I even bit my knuckle. I was so excited. Then came the dancing.
I immediately texted Green Eyes and a current workmate (who had the day off)
"I have an interview. Cue crazy Jim Carrey like jumping around, air punching and humping, screaming 'yes YES YEEES' in about three different inflections!"
Just what I need on my last hour of work before holidays!
I don't know about you, but that position looks murderous on her hips. And his bum looks absurdly small.