(Just like Kimmy Schmidt!)
That’s right, folks. I’ve rejoined the ranks of the employed. I was really excited to be hired at the agency I’ve been working at this past year as an intern. I started last week and so far the transition has felt really smooth and natural. I’m still doing individual therapy with adults—I just see a lot more people now that I’m full-time.
I think I was nervous about a job search because, when I graduated from B-school several years ago, it took me months and months (like, maybe 9...I'm not kidding) to find a full-time job. (#RECESSION) I went on so many shitty interviews for jobs I wasn't even remotely interested in. I was so desperate, left wondering where all the shiny opportunities I had been promised were hiding. I worked at a consignment store to bide my time and pay for food (I LOVED it but didn't work/make enough), but I didn’t feel very good about myself. I have definitely appreciated work more since then which has been valuable perspective. Anyway, the point is, this time around was much smoother—I updated my resume, had a couple of interviews, a background check, yadda yadda—and now I’m working. Easy as pie. (I don’t actually think making pie is easy but it’s something people say, okay.) I have been fortunate to work with a number of stellar folks over the years (especially my CCHMC ladies, and sometimes I forget that Eli and I were coworkers once upon a time…), but so far I have enjoyed the actual work of therapy more than any of my previous job tasks. It feels good.
Finally, a story about a special new job omen:
I’m no longer sharing two different offices which is awesome in and of itself. The new office I was assigned came with a few pieces of art, a desk, and a couple of chairs. One of the prints is an Eliot Porter photograph of California's coast--- almost the exact photograph I took with my dad on a pull off of CA 1 near Big Sur during our trip a couple of months ago. I thought, "how great! what are the odds?" I remembered the view and my photograph instantly and very distinctly. I told my dad and he was like (admittedly paraphrased), “Well, Alex, it is one of the most scenic and well-known stretches of coastal highway, so it’s not THAT surprising.” It’s like, thanks for thunder-storming on my parade, Dad. Just kidding. My parents are taking me, E, and E's parents out to dinner at the end of the month to celebrate all of this good change, and I’m really looking forward to it.
I feel thankful—somewhat excited to settle into a routine and also scared to settle into a routine—but ultimately, I feel thankful.