My cousin was invited to apply for a new job.
She was pretty neutral about it over text. But at her dining room table when I asked, she said I really want this.
She reminded me of me. Neutral, fine either way. But bursting at the seams with quiet hope.
I said a little manifestation prayer that she’d get an offer by the end of this week.
That offer came through last night.
I am excited for her. Better money, hours, location and benefits.
I don’t remember what being overjoyed about a new job was like. When I got the job offer in late 2019, it sounded good but not amazing. I took it to get rid of Cindy. HAHAHA joke.
When I got this job offer in 2011 (first time around) and the one at Phillips back in 2003, I was just happy to know I’d be able to buy ramen noodles with debit and not credit. When I got this job offer in 2021 (second time around), it was peaceful. Like, OK, I can do this. Again. For a while maybe longer if I dooooooo.
I developed a boiling resentment against ramen for having to eat so damn much of it because of shitty ex-employers rewarding my excellence with pink slips.
Mom always liked ramen. Despite my distaste for it, I can’t get rid of “her” dozen or so ramens in the pantry.
My cousin has a doctorate and she’s sick of clinical. Research is where she has always wanted to be. And now she gets that.
She’s already got her next house in her crosshairs. Planning when she can have another baby. This girl knows exactly what she wants.
How are we related again?!
I wonder what it would like to feel re-energized and ready to use the neurons that wait for their moment to shine in one’s current role. I never managed to have that AND bigger dreams. Like, just tiptoe and don’t break anything. 13 years later, I’m still doing that.
Anyway, I had another instance today where I said a manifestation for someone. It will come true. I know it.
And I wondered why it is so easy for me to bless others. Like, where is my own manifestation to buy two modern new homes in cash and only be on the hook for HOA fees?
I will receive $11 million before year-end. So mote it be.
Two homes, naturally, because I am getting nervous AF about this damn election. Something here and something anywhere but here. (H/T to Momma on that second one.)
People aren’t much smarter than they were four years ago. They are more racist.
I just hope they realize how the Rethuglicans have gone from wanting brown people to be fractions to wanting women of any color to not have a voice at all.
Anyway. The only thing that excites me is travel. I booked too much of it. I bought too much junk food in Pittsburgh and I booked too many gourmet dinners at my next two destinations.
Will always be fat. But hey, I read that you want to meet men where you’re at and not at your best. Which, why can’t where I’m at also be my best? BE BEST, MELANIE, you fucking sellout.
Speaking of “be best,” a comment was made today — maybe a joke, who knows — that a certain howler monkey is our best employee.
If THAT is the high bar, I’m going to ask my cousin if those doctors need a writer.