Employed!!

I got the job at the bank. I think I'm going to enjoy working there. The only hoop left is the drug test. Assuming I've managed to stay away from weed, coke, meth, opiates (can't think of a good street name), and PCP, I'm good to go.

Unless the cat has been secretly drugging me at night, I figure I'm employed. I'm so excited! I really got a great first impression of my boss and another loan processor. The boss strikes me as a hold-no-punches, no-drama kind of woman, and I think the other guy and I will be OK. And, you know, if nothing else, at least I won't be a glorified telemarketer anymore. God speed to those who do that job. It really isn't for me.

So, assuming the test results come back quickly, I'll be working Thursday.