I realize that usually everyone hates Mondays. I’m generally one of them.
But, this week, I can’t wait for Monday. I’m on the edge of my seat waiting for Monday.
Why? What spurred this moment of insanity?
A real, “get dressed nice and go to the office” job. Thanks to a call from a temp agency, I have a new opportunity for the next few weeks. They called last week with an opportunity at a nearby company. One that I had been applying to for the last few months. The company is being bought by another and is in need of a few extra hands to make some changes to their system. After a quick group interview last week, I was approved to start work tomorrow.
It feels weird. I’m overly excited about it. I already have my outfit picked out.
I am so thrilled to get to work that I already have these grand plans in my head that I’ll be their star employee and want to hire me for a permanent position.
Who cares? I’m going to work. And I’m going to work my butt off. Then I shall report back to the Twitterverse to report my success.
Having a job is something we have all taken for granted at one point or another. Those days when you felt you were beaten down, defeated or just too exhausted. The times that you spent well over 40 hours toiling away even when you weren’t getting paid for it. Even the times that you simply did not feel like getting up in the morning.
But, for those of us who have been searching endlessly for a job and submitting resume after resume only to get another rejection form letter in our email boxes, Monday seems like a pretty good day.