Well, the obvious answer is: Me. I’ve finally got a job. I’m scheduled to work on Friday, at which point we will discuss my schedule for next week! Hurrah!
This means: no more unproductive couch-sitting all day long, a more regular sleep cycle, earning money(!), and spending more time near Union Square (which is a big bonus). I’m super excited, too, because the cafe where I’m now employed is nice, small, and independently owned; no uniforms, no satellite radio, and no corporate oversight.
I’ve been really reluctant to spread the news, because I felt like I was being kept in the dark about the final decision. No one ever said to me, in so many words, “Congratulations, you’re hired. We think you’re perfect for the job, and it’s yours.” After offering only vague predictions about my employment status to my family and a few friends, I finally feel comfortable telling the world (or the internet which, as Hannah points out, cannot really take the place of the world): I am employed.
When I’ve been working there for a while, maybe I’ll tell you where it is, and you can come get some coffee.
