So after all my crying last night, and all my fears about not finding a job in [insert Northeast City of Choice here...] today I was job searching and found a great position which would be a great next step for me, and turns out a guy I know from college works there now!
So i sent my resume in, and sent him an email and he sent the HR director and the person who I would report to *IF* I get the position. He said it looks promising…
But that’s all moot until i get a phone call. The part that has me most giddy at the moment, is the prospect of moving to Manhattan. I mean…MANHATTAN! I just, and this is so wrong I know, but I picture it being all glamorous… i doubt it will be but the restaurants, the cute apartments, running in central park, shopping! being able to go to the beach! seeing friends that live in Manhattan! the limoliner to Boston! Jetblue to burlington!!! Yankees games! and and and and the subway! and and being closer to boston and family and and and just…YAY!!!!! /end childish excitableness
I know i’m kind of counting my chickens before their hatched fully but i dunno, just a glimmer of hope to get out of here. Too many days I’ve cried because i’m over work, underpaid, and just want to stab myself in the face. It’s nights like last night when i was 20 minutes late for work because it took me just about an hour to get from work to home to change then head over to the gym. I mean honestly…we missed the transfer by about ten seconds, and then it took well…we got on a bus at 5 of seven because when we left the train at twenty of seven there was still no train on the board thanks to mechanical difficulties guh. I hate when they say that. Stupid Metro.
Anyhow. So it’s a nice lil glimmer of hope but i don’t want to get my hopes up. Not yet. Not until I actually talk to someone. So we shall see. Wish me luck!!
Yankees games? Anyone? Anyyyyonnneee??? 
