Listening to: Backstreet Boys - Incomplete
So I got bored yesterday at work...
And I randomly sent a resume to an attry in South Jordan.
He called me this morning.
I have an interview Friday morning.
I hate change.
I was attracted to this job description mostly cuz it was very similar to what I have now. He's a solo practitioner in South Jordan, he had the hours listed as 8:30-5pm (flexible). I like the solo attrys cuz they make up their own schedule which basically allows you to make up your own too. :D Freedom. The other thing besides, solo, flexible, full time hours was the possibility of more pay. I mean, he has to pay more than Ralph does, right?
But mainly, my resume was seriously just perfect for this mans requests. I had the education, I had 2 years experience, I worked for a solo attry, he wanted typing skills and I had my typing classes listed and my current wpm, experience in Word, Word Perfect and Quickbooks and the other basic office duties. It was almost too perfect.
Flexible full time hours
Family off my back til they pressure marriage
Those little reminders of why I need a new job will go away (aka Ralph moments)
Slight boost in self esteem, I suppose
20-25 minute leaving SLC during busy hours
More benefits for doing the same thing I do here
20-25 minute drive on freeway in winter conditions, seems like forever away
Solo attry, doesnt help with social life
Real Estate attry, not the most exciting litigation ever...
Gas money - better pay me enuff to make the gas price worth it
I know nothing about that location or that kind of litigation
Do I give a one week or two week or...any week?
Oh, and the biggest issue. CHANGE.
Anyway...freaking out. Can't breath at times. Have to remind myself.
I'll go to the interview and just see what he has to offer and I don't have to say yes at all, or right away. And he might not even want me. Man oh man, I haven't been to an interview in a long while... I fergot how to look older! Ah!
I am petrified of change.
But I always get suckered into doing what my family tells me to do...and so far I haven't had any harm in it... I got shoved into a new home, school, job, credit card, and car. And I'm still alive and well. Now lets jump into a new job....
It won't be so bad...right?
But what if I don't like it?!
What if I suck at it?!
Then I'll have no job at all!
I'm grateful for my part time job!
I don't wanna lose it altogether!
Why can't I be like other people
and just run and jump?
Mother says to get me to change
you have to pull the rug out from under me
and say "sink or swim".
She's so sweet, ain't she?
...With her blunt truths.
Why can't that woman lie to me for once in her life?
Just to make me feel better for once?