All good things must come to an end, and with that I must announce my defection from the ranks of the funemployed.
I got a job, a good one at that, and it’s in a field I’m really interested in/will sort of use my degree for bonus points.
The interview went really well, and it totally made my day/week. I’m not even angry that I woke up to a few centimetres of snow this morning.
I’ll sort of miss the part about being able to spend entire days in bed with Greg with zero motivation to leave, but I think regular folk just refer to stuff like that as “the weekend”.
Ah, adulthood. It has been too long. That same goes for you too, paycheck.