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[trinityofone]

I GOT A JOB! I GOT THE JOB!

I wasn't supposed to hear until tomorrow, but they called me today! I got it! Starting tomorrow, I am the Junior Editor (capitalization makes it seem more important) at a relatively well-known magazine about the entertainment industry. I am both a) thrilled, and b) absolutely terrified. I hope I can be good at this. I really want to be good at this.

Anyway, I am now officially employed! I've worked in some capacity since the 6th grade, but this is my first real job. I can't believe it!

I don't really know what to say. *flails a bit*

Oh, God. Does this make me an adult?

Comments

[siria]

*still dancing* I am so very happy for you, honey :D

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Thank you! *puts on "Temptation" and dork dances with you around the room*

[siria]

Oh, the Flan. He dork dances so beautifully ♥

Though frankly, if I ever got my sticky little hands on him, it would be much more of the dancing along the lines of what he got up to in Sherman's March. To use the word which Eliza decided to resurrect from the dead earlier on today: YOWZA.

[siria]

Also: my mother wants me to tell you congratulations on getting the job. If you're looking for an assistant to make coffee or tea or ply you with cookies, she will be more than happy to take on the role. She thinks it sounds a very exotic sort of job indeed. :)

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Really? Exotic? But it doesn't even involve slippery nipples!

Wait, what am I talking about. There are magazine photo shoots involved--of course there are slippery nipples!

You can tell her, 1) thank you for the congrats, and 2) that as soon as I take over the company and have hiring power, I'd be happy to put her in charge of the Irish beat! *g*

[siria]

Omg! Do you now have the power to arrange for a photo shoot centring on David Hewlett and his nipples? Because I would totally subscribe to your magazine if that were the case.