Desk jobs are not for the faint of heart

Reason #8745276 why desk jobs are the pits.

There is truth to my butt fatigue....

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YAYYYYYYYY

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

I got a job! I got a job! I got a job! (Picture me giddily jumping up and down-- it took MUCH effort not to do it whilst speaking with the VP as he was offering me the position!)

Oh man, I AM EXCITED.

First things first-- Book flight home for T-giving. Now that I can afford to! (That's $350)

Then sign up for the Richmond Marathon. Now that I can afford to! (That's $100)

OUCH. Bye bye monies.

1 month and 1 day in DC and I get myself a job. BOO YAH! Eat that, Recession!

The position, Administrative Associate, is with SEPA (Solar Electric Power Association). A non-profit focusing on research and education in solar energy. So, it's an up and coming market and the organization has been growing exponentially and will continue to as the market develops. My bennies and salary are great! I get a gym membership! Why is this the most exciting thing to me? Because I'm terrified to run in snow--when that comes. And it will.

Oh, good things. I am very very very blessed.

Love Letters.

1. Dear Emily,
Happy Quarter Century Birthday. It's been 6 years since we've celebrated this day together, and that makes me sad. I'm just thankful I can still celebrate October 1, 'cuz we still friends gurl. You are my BFFFE, and will be for life. Sorry, you're stuck with me. Act accordingly. Happy Birthday.
LoveYouSmoochesBYE,
K

2. Dear Almond Milk (vanilla--unsweetened),
I like you. You are delicious. And less sugary, which coincidentally, I also enjoy. Sorry, Vanilla Soy Milk, you've been replaced.
All my love,
K

3. Dear weather,
I'm not too happy with this deluge. I only ran 25 miles last week, a drastic drop compared to 45 the week before. This rain is putting a serious damper on my pursuit of happiness. Dislike. Clean yourself up and release the sun as your hostage. K, thanks.
No love,
K

4. Dear Today Show,
I don't care about the ending of the Cathy comic strip. I say, good riddance. She was TOO dramatic, even for my taste. And that's saying something.
I still love you,
K

5. Dear Jobs I've applied to,
Feel free to hire me at any point. I'm ready, let's do this.
I could love you,
K

6. Dear Americans in Europe,
(In response to recent travel advisories) Be smart. Be safe. Come home in one piece.
<3,
K


UPDATE: Just got another interview. Boom. Pray tomorrow (Tuesday at 4pm). SEPA (Solar Electric Power Association).
5*. Dear Jobs I've applied to,
Thanks for responding so quickly to my last letter.
Still think I could love you,
K

Irony....

After posting yesterday about how I dream of tracking down stolen art...

this happens.

Dream Job

As a soon-to-be college graduate (FINALLY! and... fingers crossed!) I've been doing a lot of sitting and thinking. Well, I do a lot of sitting and thinking regardless. Ok ok, maybe just sitting... thinking is hard. What.ever.

What do I want to do for the rest of my life?

(Cue the crickets)

I'm an art history major. And I love it. I'm so proud that I can say I studied a subject I absolutely adore and didn't cop out and become an education major (Really? Is it necessary to teach people how to teach? Most senseless degree ever). But the problem is, I can't really go into my field without a Master's degree. Helllllllo Georgetown! But not until at least August 2011, most likely 2012.

What I'd really like to do... is track down all of the lost artwork that Hitler stole from museums and galleries across Europe during WWII. Dream. Job. Let's do this.