The Third Leg

Ok...those of you who have not already abandoned me have my profuse apologies.  More people have died.  Life has gotten in the way. 

While I do have more horrific Barbie updates to share with you, I must fill you in on what's been going on with my job situation, which is the whole reason I started this blog.  (Sometimes I get side tracked, and I'm sorry.  I love to share my opinions and random thoughts as much as Miley Cirus loves to twerk).

After I started my most recent job this May (see previous posts) I applied for a Human Resources Generalist job at a company that previously offered my a three month internship doing job descriptions, which I declined because the thought of being knee deep in bird guts for $11/hr without the promise of permanent employment wasn't very appealing.  And I'd received another job offer that turned out to be the disaster of the year.  Anyway...my current job is going very well.  Very, very well.  I don't love it, but I don't hate it either.  I don't want to do it for the rest of my life, but it's fine for now.  I interviewed for the HR Generalist job and I received a call tonight from the HR Manager requesting that we meet tomorrow when I'm done with work to "talk about the job".  I'm not sure what that means, but I think I might have a hard choice to make.  Not that I'm complaining about that, mind you.  After all I've been through, I should be grateful to have options.  It's just that nothing good can happen for me unless it's at the expense of something else.  Something is FINALLY going well for me and I'll have to leave if I'm offered the HR Generalist job.  I feel like I've been trying to balance on a two-legged stool for way too long and this job is the third leg.  This job is the EXACT title and experience I need under my belt, like, yesterday. 

So while my boss (who is so wonderful!) keeps giving me more money (yet still not enough to make a difference) and bringing me cookies and zucchinis and telling me how much she appreciates everything I do, I'm wondering how things could possibly work out for me in such a way that instead of celebrating my official start in two days (I was hired as a temp) I will probably be breaking the news that I'm leaving.  Or maybe not.  Maybe I'm putting the cart in front of the horse here and I won't have anything to tell her at all.  I just feel terrible, though, if I end up leaving her with the only other employee who works there who's just the most horrible, incompetent person ever.  (Don't worry - she's worthy of her own blog post and she'll get it)! 

I'd grown tired of waiting for the other shoe to drop and when I finally accepted that maybe it never would and I'd never fulfill my full potential, I now feel like I may be knocking on the door to new possibilities.  An HR Generalist is not an entry level job.  It's a mid-level job with a direct path, especially for someone with a master's degree.  Finally.  This could be the beginning of a career and the end of a life of searching for the next crappy job.  Anyway, I'll let you know if the shoe actually does drop tomorrow.  For now, I'm going to get back to doing homework and watching Biggie & Tupac:  The Story Behind the Murder of Rap's Biggest Superstars.  If I have any thoughts about the thug life you'll read about it.  :)