A working class hero is something to be.

I got a job! 

Like, a real, grown-up, not-in-retail, office job! I'm going to be proofreading. This is kind of right up my alley.

("...she said on the night before her first day of work. Ask her again in a month, and she'll sing you a different tune.")

I don't want to say where, exactly--or rather, I don't want to say for what company. The "where" is Lake Mary, which is a not inconsiderable distance. It'll take me about 30-45 minutes to get to work every day depending on traffic. 

That's just one of the many things that aren't "quite right" with the job. I mean, it's in editing, which is great. But it's far away, doesn't quite pay what I'd like or what I think I should be making, doesn't have benefits, and we only get a 30 minute lunch break. 

I think it says a lot about my character that the not 1 hour lunch break was almost a deal breaker for me.

But here's the deal: as they say, it's easier to get a job once you have a job. If nothing else, I will learn the names of other publishers or editing companies to which I could apply. And the experience is priceless for me at this point. Nobody wants to hire a girl whose most impressive skill is reading clothing labels (even though this is crazy useful as an avid thrifter...I digress). This office is incredibly tiny, so everyone in there is cross-trained to do everyone else's jobs, so not only will I learn technical proofreading in a professional setting, but I'll learn the basics of office admin, graphics, layouts, and how to answer those phones with more than one line (push ALL the buttons!)

So while it's so incredibly far from "the dream job," it is a job, and for that I'm grateful. 

Tomorrow's Day 1...wish me luck!