Background Noise: working girl... but, not that kind

I’ve written a little bit about my search for employment over the past month, and despite the fact that I have around fifty resumes floating around out there, I've had my heart set on one particular job that I applied for back in May. The whole thing has been a tedious saga involving pre-interviews, written interviews, actual in-person interviews, a background check, reference check, one scary moment of not getting the job, but then being considered for the same job again a few days later but with slightly different hours, and so much waiting and waiting and waiting.

Last night I began to accept the bitter fact that it might not happen. It just wasn't meant to be with this company ... fuck that place, man, MOVE ON!

So of course it would only make sense that today I would receive the call I’ve been waiting on for weeks. It’ll be officially official when I receive my offer package tomorrow, but I got the job.

I cannot believe I will have a salary that I could support myself and my family on if I had to, and I don’t have to sacrifice any body parts to do it. I never thought this would be a possibility living in New England (with a mortgage). Almost as important, I will have a title that does not dance around what I do with clever corporate-speak words like analyst and associate. I know now that companies do this not because of what you’re expected to do, but to avoid paying people a proper salary. I am a scientist, and I will finally be paid as one.

And for the first time in my life I can look at salary.com without losing my shit because I don’t match up.

I feel high. But Im not. I still have to take a drug test.