Over a Year

I guess I occasionally add to this blog whenever I feel like it.

As for that potential job at the EP, it didn't pan out. Again. Add to that one more subsequent failed attempt to get back to Brussels (as a SS) and I guess that chapter's closed for now.

That second store I referenced in the last post? It's Wellington & Simcoe. And surprisingly, my time there is nearly at a close. It's strange how it happened.

Originally went there for 2 weeks to suss it out. The point was for me to try a few stores and pick the one I liked. It so happened, on the very last day there, one of their supervisors quit. So there goes Stephen offering me a spot. It took a few hours to mull it over - would the stars ever align like this again? - but ultimately, I'm proud to say that I chose Wellington & Simcoe.

Couldn't be happier that I did, either. Because if I hadn't gone there, I wouldn't be an ASM right now. I went through 3 DM's, 2 SM's, and basically an entire staff turnover (Delcia, Simon, Camilo and Glenda are originals). Countless coffee tastings, shifts, meetings, you need to do more of this, more of that, prove this, prove that. I was chasing nothing.

But then it happened. I got an interview. And I killed it.

And since then it's been nothing but going up. I go for my Coffee Master interview on Wednesday - I'd be the second in the district, after Julian. (Whose CM certification, by the way, is a direct result of my getting Totis off his butt to find someone to certify this guy!)

I also called Jazmin yesterday. And she was so proud of me. And I still am such a fan of her too. I can't wait to see her again someday.

And then today I went to a neighbour's unit to check it out. Because I'm probably going to move to Phase II in the fall, when the salary comes through and a unit opens up.

I think the title of this blog is more apt than ever. Moving out at 29. (Finally.) Stable job. Salary. Heeeeey. Doesn't look half bad, right? Toss in a gym membership and a boyfriend and it resembles a life.

I might even host one of those fancy dinner parties I imagined adults always held. Isn't that what adults do? Fancy dinner parties at each other's houses?