I feel like a lot has been changing recently in my life, and yet nothing has. It's funny how life works like that. It's a paradox I've experienced before and I'm experiencing it again.
I gave my two weeks a week ago where I'm "currently" working (the night after I gave my two weeks, all my shifts for this week were deleted which is why I use "currently"). Basically, back at the end of March I called one of my neighbors who told my parents if he knew I had been looking for a job about a year ago he would have helped me get a full time position bank telling. It was the end of March that I think everything started to set back - the mental struggle I've dealt with on and off for a while now - and so I decided to give him a call. He told me to email my resume to him and he'd pass it onto the person who does the hiring for different branches. At the time, there weren't any openings and I was told to call back in 3 weeks. 3 weeks later, I got an email saying there still weren't any openings. So, that meant it was time to try to find something because I knew I couldn't stay where I was at much longer. Obviously, nothing seemed to be working out. Either it was a case of everyone wanted a stupid amount of experience, or it was a "thanks, but we've decided to go a different way." response.
But, like good stories, life always seems to have a way of throwing a twist at you and for once I got a good twist. A couple weeks ago I got a call from one of the bank branches asking if we could set up an interview sometime soon for a full time position! I'd sort of given up on this one coming through, in all honesty. It's been nearly 3 months since I first called my neighbor. We set up an interview and I went - apparently I was the first one they were interviewing for the position. And then a week went by and I hadn't heard anything. I thought they'd gone "another way" because that's been the story of my life lately. But then I got another call to set up a second interview. I thought that went well but I was still afraid hope because it seems like hope has only been screwing me over lately. A few days after that, this past Friday, I got a call saying they'd offered the job to another applicant. The Thursday before I had given my two weeks where I work (out of desperation and honestly a little bit of hope). I hung up the phone and found myself wondering what my next step was.
Well, another twist came this past Monday. Around 10:30am, my phone rang and I sort of recognized the number. I answered it and it was the lady I had first interviewed with. She was going on about how they had this unique position that they wanted to offer to me if I was interested. It turns out they wanted to offer me a position as a bank teller floating between the three branches in my city! It's full time and I'll be making 2.50 more an hour than what I was at my last place of employment. I literally just a call with my start date, July 6th. I'm just happy that something has finally changed in my life. I want to hope that this is a good change, but at the same time I'm still afraid to hope.
Things have been rough, but I think things might start getting better. I woke up yesterday and for the first time in months I didn't feel the pain I've been dealing with. Friday night, I got together with a friend and we wrote. It was the first time in a few months that I actually wrote something and I feel like it's a stone that's been pushed down a mountain. It starts moving slowly, but it'll pick up speed. Yesterday I ordered a pair of headphones to use when I write. I think they'll be better than my earbuds and it's the first actual investment I've made in my writing career.
Slowly, I'm getting mobilized again. It's been a fight, but I think I'm on the right track for once. And with this new job, who knows? Maybe I'll make my goal of signing a lease by my birthday.