Tammi's World

Ramblin'

Wow. What a day yesterday was! And thank you all for celebrating with me. Your support through all this has been really incredible. Thank You.

Now - let me tell you about the day. :-)

I got about 2 1/2 hours sleep. Just couldn't seem sleep past 6:00, no matter how late we got home.

Anyway - by 10:00 I was on pins and needles. We had to get crackin'. We needed to get a truck - but do we get local or one-way? We needed to make flight arrangements - but will we need the tickets? Plus - damnit! - I wanted to know if I got the flippin' job or not!!

By 11:00 I was ready to give up hope. They said I'd know for sure by noon. Usually they will call the person they are extending the offer to first - just in case they turn it down. It was to the point I was ready to tell Cuz to just plan on drivin' that damned truck 'cross country.

Then the phone rang.

I looked at the caller ID and about vomited.

She was so very serious as she explained that they had all talked and were ready to make a decision.

Pause. (long flippin' pause)

Then she said that they wanted to extend an offer for the Divisional Sales Manager's position to me.

I'm not ashamed to admit it. I cried.

She got choked up too.

I start June 12th. I got everything I wanted plus a bit more.

I'm gonna be ok.

But you know what kicked me the hardest? Somebody wants me. Just knowing that. They are excited to have me join the team. They wanted me to start next week. She told me I really made a great impression.

They want me.

On my terms.

That's a first.

So --- now the focus is this move.

We're packing. TNT came down yesterday (with Champagne) and helped pack up the kitchen. Today Cuz and I will follow a couple of leads on houses for rent and then pack and sort our little hearts out.

We're stayin' here until next Saturday - one more week. It is really going to make things easier. We're not as rushed plus - it's the community garage sale and they (Cuz and TNT) are makin' me sell stuff instead of just throwing it all out. Have I ever mentioned how much I HATE garage sales? Oh well, it's for my own good.........

I'll have 8 days with my feet in the sand. 8 days to tan up a bit. 8 days to rest. I'd be completely stress free if I knew I had a place to move into when I get back - but I'm not gonna hold my breath on that one. It's enough that I"ll be working.

But you know what?

I got a job! I feel like the Tess McGill in the final scene from the movie Working Girl! I made it. I got past the glass ceiling I've been bumping into for years.

I got a job. A Good Job. A grown-up job.

Posted by Tammi at May 27, 2006 06:12 AM | TrackBack