New Endeavors

Tomorrow’s the day. The first day of the rest of my life. I’m hoping to have my last first day of work. I know I recently wrote about how lucky I was to be able to do work that I actually enjoyed for some of my career lifespan and how I’m just going to stick it out w/ the “boring adult” job, but who am I kidding? If I’m unhappy, Brent’s unhappy (w/ my complaining), and if Brent’s unhappy, Binx is unhappy, and if Binx is unhappy…well, no one is happy w/ an unhappy cat. 

Did that rambling paragraph, which hardly even made sense in my head, translate at all? No? Cool, I’m totally nailing this post. Not even being sarcastic here; I know that when I look back on this, I’ll be able to recall all of my excitement and anxiety and nerves and maybe even get butterflies while rereading, b/c that’s how stoked I am about tomorrow.

It’s no secret I’ve had a jumpy career. I don’t mind all the shuffling, it keeps things interesting. At this point, though, I’m ready for some longevity. I’m ready to have a place on my resume for more than a year. I’m ready to go into work feeling excited for my day and to go home feeling accomplished about my day. I’m ready to put down roots at this restaurant.

I’m afraid of all the unknowns, but I’m not afraid of hard work. So I’ve at least got that going for me. I’ve never liked to mention my employers name on here, and I feel like since I haven’t found long term success at a job, maybe this is the time to put it out there; the new restaurant I’ll be working! 

But the realistic, social media guru that I am is putting the kibosh on that (except if you’re in the New England area and want a Massachusetts restaurant recommendation, hit me up!) since social media and employers don’t seem to mix. Unless you’re a social media specialist, or some similar new-fangled (read: made-up) role. In that case, keep on keepin' on, you crazy kid. 

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