The Fedex guy (I'll call him Bob) restored my optimism Friday. Sure, he was three hours late - but he DID show up with a package.
I doubted that package would ever materialize at our door, that the promises made were illusory, and that I would eventually hear "April Fools!" a full two months early this year.
I must have tracked that package ten times since Thursday afternoon, cutting and pasting the tracking number in the magic Fedex input field that would determine my fate.
But apparently, my i's were dotted and my t's were crossed; pee filled the specimen cup. I jumped through the obligatory hoops, and I made nice. The masters of my destiny were suitably impressed.
I got a job.
For the next three months, I will be a contributing member of society. I will once again be a taxpayer - oh, how I've missed bitching about payroll deductions! If I do this thing right, there is the possibility of further contract work with a client that is kind of a big deal.
Best of all? I am working from home. The much-awaited Fedex package contained a laptop and all of the pretty shiny things I need to log in and do my thing.
No rush hour. No dressing up. No waiting in line at the gas station.
I'll kiss goofing off on the internet goodbye during my work day; no more Facebook, no more Hulu.
Just think...no more daytime housework. Guess it's a good thing that The Mister is still job hunting (though he did have an interview the other day). Until he gets his next job, he'll be chief cook and bottle washer around here. I sure hope he does a better job than I've done.
I have PAID work to do, people.
And I'm equal parts eager and anxious about this new reality- it's been a long time since I've played at being a real tech writer.
Now I just have to figure out how to muzzle The Boy from 3pm until quitting time...or I better hurry and buy a speakerphone with a functional mute button for my first big meeting on Tuesday.