“How would you feel about coming to work for us?”
“Pretty darn good, sir!”
-Lt. Figaro and C.

So, an update!  Most of the angst-fest is over due to the fact…that I have a REAL job!  I’m working for the on-campus police department of my alma mater (never mind that I just graduated a mere month ago, I’ll call it what I want) as a secretary.  But don’t let the mundane title throw you off, my job mostly deals with the classification/dissemination of police reports and I work with the government, lawyers, and petty thieves.  Pretty exciting stuff to be honest, although I will admit that the job does come with some less exhilarating tasks like front desk work.  But!  Of all the secretarial jobs I’ve ever had this is defiantly the cushiest in that I DON’T have to fetch coffee, I DON’T have to schedule appointments, and I DON’T have manage daily duties for other people.  There was the chance I’d have to do dry cleaning runs for the department at large, but apparently they’ve hired a company that delivers uniforms all shiny and new so voila!  More than that, the people I work with are fantastic and all the officers have great senses of humor, I’ve already been applauded for giving as good as I get when they tease and prank.

The only cloud over this orgy of new found independence was my benefits meeting that took the majority of a working day.  In four hours I was transformed to a gloriously self-focused twenty-something into a wreck worrying about a retirement plan.  Blast responsibility!  However, in that I haven’t had my teeth cleaned in months now, I’m seriously looking forward to flaunting my insurance card at the dentist.  I may be the only person I know who is actually anticipating a date with a dreaded driller!