Bitchy has been living in Seattle since November.
And that’s Seattle, WASHINGTON, people! While I know it’s close to, um, Smythe, Oregon…it feels like it’s
almost all the way across the COUNTRY.
She’s been working diligently to try to land a job
as a Nutritionist, all the while working as many hours as she can at
Anthropologie. (Frankly, I have a sneaking suspicion the store is making out on
that deal.)
She was thrilled a month ago to land several
interviews, but it was the one with the WIC program that particularly thrilled
her. That was the job she left
before moving across the country! That's where her heart is!
After not hearing back from the people at WIC for several weeks, she
was resigned to the fact that she wasn’t going to get the job. Last night I got her
call.
“I thought I wasn't going to get the job and drank a whole bottle of wine last night. Then, I got a call just now. I GOT THE JOB! I GOT THE JOB AT WIC!”
We were squealing like schoolgirls and my heart
was bursting with pride and RELIEF for her. And of course, after hanging up, I did what any respectable,
embarrassing mother would do.
I went on Facebook.
My phone rang immediately. “MOTHER! MOM!!You DO know that I’m friends with everyone I am
currently working with? I would
like to at least quit my other job
before you announce to the world what I’m doing. Delete that….PLEASE!”
I deleted the post. I sat at my table shaking my
head. “I will NEVER learn.” I said
out loud.
My phone beeped. “Thank you mother,” Bitchy texted.
“Come on,” I replied, “You KNEW I would f*%& this up. Right?”
“LOL.
Yep, I guess I did. Love you anyway.”
(Pssst…..my baby’s got a REAL JOB!!!!)
