I think I need someone to pinch me. I wasn’t looking for work, but someone I used to work with called me out of the blue to ask if I was interested in a position that would require a move to Paso Robles.
I said yes and had the interview today. They offered me the job for a very healthy salary. I’m moving to that area within two weeks.
I drove in to Morro Bay and treated myself to a Bloody Mary and then Fish and Chips from Giovannis Fish Market.
I was in such a great mood after learning about the job that I was uncharacteristically talkative in my interactions with the bartender and the girl who took my fish order. They were all so nice and congratulatory. A complete stranger even told me that I looked “very pretty in my purple dress.”
So all in all, a great day!
Then I got in my car for the 5 hour drive home and had to pull over three different times because I was bawling my stupid head off.
I think the tears were just a combination of the relief of actually getting the job and fear at another big change at the ripe old age of 63. Plus I’m going to miss my grandkids so much. We’re very close.