Huge Sigh of Relief

Tomorrow I start a new job.

That's right, a full-time, permanent, skills-appropriate, within-salary-range honest-to-god job.

I've been looking in earnest for two years (with three or four "filler" jobs I got as leads from friends.) The first thing I did when I got the news was retire my "job search log." This is really just a spiral notebook that I kept all my leads in. I didn't start keeping track of the exact numbers until June of this year. I had applied to 89 jobs since then - five interviews, two second interviews and one offer.

I went to the store this weekend and bought things to pack for my lunch. I also loaded up my iPod and have already picked out my "first day of work" clothes. I love those first days of work. If I thought about it long enough, perhaps I could examine if that is, perhaps, the reason why I've had so many...

But I won't.

I'm anxious to move forward and feel the benefits of going to work everyday in a place that fits.