I got a job! Actually, I got 4 job offers over the weekend because I'm spiffy like that, and I've accepted 2 of them for the time being.
This is radically different from job hunting last year. Not only did I get a plethora of offers mere weeks after I started applying, I'm going to be working at jobs I actually want! And from what I've experienced so far, I'll be working with good people who have their shit together. Crazy!
So I started the main job this week. I'll be teaching kids' gymnastics as part of a movement skills development program, and my boss has been telling me a lot about growth opportunities. Because for the first time at a job, they're actually available, and it's a job I think I may actually stay at for a while. The franchise is even international. So my boss has me thinking about careers now, a subject I have been avoiding like the neighborhood cat avoids our pool for the last few years. And I could actually make some sort of career out of this. Maybe.
But then, I feel sort of weird about that. Having gone to Berkeley, I have come to expect either an artsy elitist sort of career or the kind that involves wearing a suit and making lots of money. Obviously, I haven't tended toward either in my job choices thus far, but it's hard to have gone to all the trouble of schooling to do something that doesn't even require a bachelor's degree. You know, on a permanent basis.
But I am getting way ahead of myself anyway. And I should probably be much more concerned with whether I like working here since it would be a first if I did. Career choices don't have to happen yet, right?
Sigh. Becoming an adult is hard. At least one of us knows what he wants to do. And at least I have a job that I think I'll actually like.
P.S. I may not be here much longer because my other job is teaching kids to build using LEGOs. Daniel says once I actually start getting paid to play with LEGOs, he is going to kill me, so if I disappear without a trace, you'll know why.