So, I sat around yesterday afternoon waiting for my phone call.

And waiting, and waiting. Eventually it came.

I got the job at the eye clinic.

I think I let out a little squeal of excitement over the phone, but that was to be expected. I go in today to sign tax forms etc. and start on Monday morning.

I have a Monday to Friday job. Me. This is unreal. 8:30am - 4:30pm every day.

Ha. I'm soon going to be sick of that.

I feel kinda bad though, the lady who interviewed me for the Island State position was really nice and if she calls to offer me a job there I'm going to feel terrible turning her down. But I didn't really want that job, no matter how lovely the lady was.

Okay, I'm off to celebrate my last few days of freedom.

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