I’ve already sent out an overenthusiastic mass e-mail, shouting this to the rooftops, but I got a job!
I’ll have my in a week, and I’ve accepted the youth services position with the in Fairhaven, MA. Let’s talk about the job:
1. Youth services means people age 0-18, so I get to do , as well as .
2. I’m the only YS staff, so I’ll have a lot of autonomy. The director is amazing, and I have the impression that she’ll be very supportive.
3. This is what I’ve always wanted to do. Even when I was in high school, when I was asked the ever-popular “what do you want to be when you grow up”, I answered “I’d like to be a little old lady librarian (with tattoos), who sits in the children’s section waiting for school to let out.” I’m not little or old yet, but there’s not a lot I can do about it. Maybe watch more .
4. The library was by a steel magnate, in an Italian Renaissance style. That’s right. I’m going to work in a CASTLE.
5. This is no ordinary castle. This is a .
6. This is no ordinary haunted castle. This is a haunted castle by the sea. There is an ocean four blocks away.
7. There is a two blocks away.
I’m trying to remain realistic in my goals for starting this job. I know that my first impulse when I first get there will be to change a bunch of stuff, and that’s exactly the wrong thing to do. I’ve been trying to remind myself of that, and I know that I can spend all that energy in the first few months unpacking, exploring the area, and maybe – just maybe – using the expression “doughty old salt” with a straight face.
Congrats on the new gig!
I’m not sure that watching more Golden Girls will make you little and old, but I can tell you what it will do to you…. Ha!
I heart the northeastern part of the country, so I’m jealous!
-AH
[...] Today I’m very tired, and am feeling somewhat jealous of people who live in cities. On our way to dinner tonight, I told SB that maybe by the time we leave here, all of our friends will already be gone, and all we’ll have to say goodbye to is french toast at Sam’s. I don’t really think that’s the case, but as we get ready to say another round of goodbyes, I’m starting to get sad because the longer I stay here, the fewer people I know. Maybe I’m just jealous of Soy’s haunted castle by the sea, but the idea of starting fresh in a new place seems appealing tonight. [...]
It’s appealing until you look around your apartment at one A.M. and realize how much you still have to pack. Then you want to just cancel the whole thing, but keep the routine of spending time with your friends every single night.