One to Nothin'

Cheers

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Dress: Old Navy / Shoes: L.C. / Earrings: c/o Excessory Exchange / Rings: Target / Necklace: INpink / 
Cup o’ champagne: c/o Vino2Go
My last day working as a servant server at the hibachi grill where I used to spend the majority of my time was a really great day for me. All my tables were big-tippers or just really entertaining (like the 17-year-olds who bragged about their rodeo abilities, insisted on getting my phone number and professed their love to me through a thick redneck accent) and I knew I’d never have to come in again as an employee so I was in a great mood. I pranced around that place bragging to my friends about how I was never going to be a server again.
It’s not that I hated being a server either, in fact I kind of liked it a lot at first. I got to sleep in, flirt with customers, party after work and go home with cash in my pocket every night (which was often spent on booze, but that’s beside the point). But after a year of smelling like fried rice and soy sauce every single weekend, I was definitely over it and so glad to be done. I remember saying to my manager in my obnoxious, BS tone, “I’m going to get a normal 9 to 5 job with a salary and benefits and I won’t even have to work on the weekends. I’m going to put this college degree to use and start liking Fridays once I get to California.” She laughed, rolled her eyes and this song about sums up both of our attitudes toward it:

But I was persistant. I told myself (and others) over and over again that I was going to find a job, but not just a job, the job. A part of me really believed it, and the other part went ahead and applied to about four different restaurant jobs as soon as I got here, none of which I even got a call back from. I did, however, get call backs, interviews and even some offers from about four different journalism jobs (the field I spent four years obtaining a degree in). 
I followed my heart or a weird feeling in my stomach, if you will. There was a time when I was going to give up on writing all together, in fact I told myself writing this blog was good enough and I started school again. My heart wasn’t in it though and I worked at that restaurant for a year to save up for this adventure. I had no idea where it would take me, but as my sister said, “Leap and the net will appear.” 
So I jumped, and here I am. I got the job.
I don’t want to jinx it (hence the ambiguity), and right now it seems too good to be true, but it’s happening nonetheless. Who knows what will happen from here, but I just wanted to encourage those of you out there struggling. I know those feelings of doubt. When you leave your job or classes for the day and get that feeling in your stomach that tells you, “This isn’t where I’m supposed to be.” You’re not alone. And if you follow your heart, believe, actively work toward that unknown ideal and leap.. it will appear. And if it’s anything like my net, it’ll show up in the strangest of ways, but that’s another story for another day.
For now I’d like to say “Cheers!” to my new job, to having weekends off and to following your heart no matter where it takes you.
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  1. Heather

    Congrats!! I feel like this is just what I needed to hear. Especially because I left my big kid post grad job last week after not even a month…the gut feeling told me to get out, so I did. Now I'm back to wading the waters of unemployment. Good luck to you!

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