For those of you who have not stalked my mom’s or my Facebooks recently, the next adventure in my life has been named.
On the Wednesday before Thanksgiving I received an email from the folks in New Orleans considering taking me on as an AmeriCorps member. After several rounds of interviews and coordinating references, cover letters, and resumes, I finally had an email updating me on my employment status.
They were “sorry to inform” me that “unfortunately,” they were “unable to offer me a job at this time.”
Needless to say, that put a damper on my Thanksgiving break.
I spent my several days of vacation time pondering my future. Was I doomed to live in my childhood bedroom and work at a Taco Bell forever?
The Monday after break I received another AmeriCorps-telling-me-my-future-themed email. Montgomery, Alabama wanted to know when I was available for an interview.
I was interviewed that Thursday.
I was offered a job that Friday.
Ladies, gentlemen, and lantlemen: I am moving to Montgomery, Alabama this January to work as an AmeriCorps volunteer. I will be helping coordinate groups of volunteers coming in to help work on house repairs for low-income homeowners.
This is me patting myself on the back.