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New Job Jitters.

Tomorrow is the big day! I officially start my training tomorrow at the hotel.

This week I bought myself my new “uniform”. A black suit. I have to wear my hair back so I’ve been finding all sorts of cute ponytail ideas and bun ideas. I’ll be sure to share what I come up with. (Maybe even get into posting “how-to” videos! Fancy.)

I have everything that I need. I even had my car spruced up today, oil change and what not. I need new front end breaks… but that will be fix shortly. I know this opportunity is a great one and I know the commute will be more than worth it but I am so nervous about starting. I know it’s going to be awesome but I’m scared.

My roommate says the jitters are good. He says, “If you didn’t have them, it would mean you don’t give a sh*t. At least you give a sh*t.” and I guess he’s absolutely right.

...heading down a new road.

I’ll be training at the hotel for the next three days, so I have three of my favorite old posts scheduled to reblog. I hope you’ll forgive the cop-out and I also hope you’ll enjoy each of them. (They’re cute, I promise).

I also added a menu of categories to better navigate my posts. I have to go back and edit most of my old posts; the pictures and lining are all messed up and I’m kind of an OCD freak. But if you’re a new reader, please check out some of my older stuff (and, again, excuse the ones that are all over the place.)

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Dancing in the rain, alone, in the middle of the street.

Today I drove back down to the hotel in Palm Beach for take care of all my paperwork for hire. (So excited to start this new opportunity!) Leaving my town, it was beautiful and sunny, but I neared West Palm Beach it began to downpour. Heavily. It was scarey. I was on I95 trying not to slam into anyone, whilst also avoiding getting slammed into. It was absolutely ridiculous. I made it to the hotel, late, but I had called and it had been storming badly down there for some time for they weren’t surprised. I found a parking spot and grabbed a spare jacket that I had in the back seat for some sort of coverage. (I never have an umbrella when I need it.) I ran down the block, getting completely soaked. My heels were filling with water. It was horrible. But I made it! I dried off a bit (as best I could) in the ladies and then met with my managers and began filling out my paperwork.

It was still pouring when I finished and they offered to let me stay and wait out the rest of the rain. I declined politely and ran back to my car except this time, I was done. I didn’t need to preserve my skillyfully crafted look. I took of my heels and splashed down the sidewalks. Once I got to my car I opened the door and through my purse inside as well as the jacket I had used for coverage on the way in in the back seat. I tossed my heels in and on the floor and stood there. I allowed the rain to come down over me and I loved every second of it. Suddenly I was overcome with the joy of knowing I didn’t have to return to my old job and the excitement of starting this amazing new oppertunity… I was jumping up and down the puddles and did a short, but distinct, happy dance. (Kind of a jumpy butt-shake session.) I found myself completely elated and dancing in the rain, alone, in the middle of the street.

It was pouring, but bound to let up. I had made it through the storm. Survived. I was now standing at that crossroads where my life takes a different direction and who knows where it will lead.

It was one of those perfect moments. The kind that make life worth living and remind you that that’s exactly what you’re doing, living.

Sometimes in life you have to stop and take time to dance in the rain.

 

Ok… and now, real quick: I had to go take my drug test, right… in Lake Worth… ok…

The “lab” was creepy, one room and a bathroom.

I walk in. Nobody there, but the door is wide open. I read the sign, “fill out this form… blah blah blah”. So I take a clipboard and start working on that.

After a few minutes, the Doctor comes out of the bathroom, very surprised to see me and says “Can I help you?”

“I’m here for a drug screening. I’m from *the hotel*”

“Oh. Ok.” He says and then begins to spray the sh*t out of some air freshener in the bathroom. Clearly, I walked in on him dropping a deuce. Awkward.

He begins to start processing my paperwork and recieves multiple personal calls on his cellphone. Something about someone in his family taking someones car for an oil change or something. Lots of yelling though. This gives me time to properly acess this man of medicine’s attire:

Scrub pants. Ok. Obvious doctor attire.

Dirty sneakers. Ok. Kind of gross.

Tank top.

…. well not so much a tank top. To be precise, it was a sleeveless, stretched out old tshirt.

Yeah.

He barely followed proper collection protocol (I know this because I am drug screen certified in Florida thank you very much!) but whatever, it was weird and creepy… and in Lake-freaking-Worth. Gross.

 

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Dressed for Success!

Earlier in the week, I submitted my resume for an open position at a super-cute, super-British, fancy-schmancy and completely adorable hotel down in Palm Beach. On of my best friends works in the hotel’s restaurant (which is absolutely gorgeous btw!) and he heard of the opening, suggested they consider me and had me forward the appropriate people my resume.

Well, today I had my interview and it went beyond perfect! The managers seems really great and the atmosphere is amazing. I’ve always enjoyed working in hospitality and never intended to work in medical reception for as long as I did. Even when I was doing marketing for the clinics, it was all too “medical”. (And I was damn good at Marketing for the record! Damn, Good!) But I always enjoyed and felt I “shined” when I was working in Hospitality. (That kind of sounds like something a hooker would say, doesn’t it? … I’m not a hooker… if I were a hooker, I’d have much nicer clothes.)

Back to the interview. The interview went extremely well and they must have liked me because they called me tonight and told me I had the job. I’m heading down there again tomorrow to fill out all the necessary paperwork. I’m calling the clinic tonight to quit. … They need me to start immediately. (and I’m ready to move on… ASAP.)

But how could you not want to hire this? Here’s what I wore (I got to take my Hamilton Tote for a day out!)

I look a litte scarey; super exhausted. Excuse my eyes.

White Oxford – $30(?) Bealls. Black Pencil Skirt. Michael Kors Hamilton Tote. Got my pearls on too! (none of those faux ones either! not today!)

Wow... super tired. Plus the sky was still bright but dark enough not to need my shades so I was partially squinting. That's the look of light-sensitive pain!

The whole look. Top-to-Bottom

Brand new, White Oxford – $30(?) from Bealls. One of my many Black Pencil Skirts. (If you don’t own one: a.) whats wrong with you? b.) go buy one.) Slate Micheal Kors Hamilton Tote. My new $25 watch from Bealls (I need to invest in a good one. This one’s just a temp.) Grey Suede BCBG Wedges.

Grey Suede BCBG Wedges. Slate Michael Kors Hamilton Tote. cheap-ass watch from Bealls.

 

Tonight was opening night for Annie, the show my guy is currently doing sound for. Fate designed that our busy paths crossed today with us both all spiffed out. (He looks so adorable.)

Looking Snazzy

 

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***Now I shall do my happy, new job dance!***