This is a weird thing about me. Every time a bunch of good stuff happens to me, I think I am going to die. Literally. I think, this is it. This is my untimely death window. I am at a pinnacle of happiness and now I am going to get hit by a bus.
It was announced officially today that come February 2009(ish) when Amara goes on maternity leave, I will fill her position for the year and they will hire someone on contract to take on my job. This plan has been in place for a few weeks now and I've had to sit on this secret until everything was in place for making the announcement to my department. I know, that alone nearly killed me.
This opportunity is a dream come true for me. Honestly, I've wished and wished that I could get on to this team. I just didn't see how it could happen. Cue small miracle.
I was heading home from work one day after the plan was in place. I was jubilant. At the corner of Portage and Vaughn there was a man singing a Praise Jesus song. The sun was shining. My hair was good. All I could think was, this is when I am going to get hit by a bus. It's just like TV. Complete with the ironic soundtrack.
Obviously, I did not meet up with 10 tonnes of metal that day. In fact, as you know, life just kept on getting better. Between my upcoming trip to New York and the year-long vacation from my current job, how can this possibly get better? Should I make a new wish? I am so excited to see what happens next. I hope it involves shoes. Or boys. Or boys with shoes. Oooohh!
6 comments:
Yay. Congratulations. From a boy (well, still, in some ways) with shoes in Ottawa.
Yay Jill! Where was I today that I did not hear this news?! Swamped at my desk I guess. Congrats!
PS I vote for boys bearing gift-wrapped shoes!
How can it have been even better you ask? You could have won some free pie. Pie makes everything better. Even without pie, sounds like an awesome day. Congrats!
What a great story. Thanks for sharing. You brought a smile to my face. . which occurs quite often when I read your blog. . .
DL
Thanks all for your well wishes. Really, this could not have been possible without the help of Amara and little Miracle Baby, so let's give her a big round of applause.
@Rob--did *you* recently come into some free pie? Yeah, actually, you are right, some free pie would really improve the day. I suppose that means that the day was not perfect and therefore, it was not my time to get hit by a bus.
@Nigel--the backhoes and other equipment out front at Good Wooden Leg doesn't concern me so much as my stapler. I have had one too many unfortunate experiences with my Swingline.
@Doug--aw, thanks! I never imagined that a story about untimely death paranoia would be that heartwarming, however, I am always happy to hear when I have entertained my audience.
I left a really clever comment involving shoes and miracle babies but somehow it didn't post. Boo (because I'm not feeling clever anymore).
Anyway, I am v. excited that you are the one to take over for me while I am chilling at home for an ENTIRE year.
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