Work It Baby, Work It

So it seems that the hundreds of hours I have spent obsessing about jobs (including having visions of me living at home in my parents' basement or working in Mississippi in a swamp somewhere) were kind of a waste of time. Turns out I'm quite employable....

Yes... I have a job. I feel like this situation demands cussing--so let me rephrase. I have a mothafuckin' job!!!! Oh and please do not be afraid, it's not the weird job with the questions re: my happiness. It is the nice, normal job that called me back for a second interview. I know I said I wasn't sure but after lots of obsessing in my head (yup, I'm an obsesser...) and lots of advice from many sage-like sources, I was all in for the job. Would you like the details? Okay, I willl oblige :)

General Location: Small public library in a small town north of Milwaukee

Position: Children's Librarian (i.e. I'm in charge. No really. In charge of the department with an assistant to... well... assist me. This is the terrifying part.)

Pros: It's a job. And the people are nice, really really nice. And the town is cute, really really cute. And they think I'd be good at it (I'm starting to believe.) And I love small towns. And they're building a new library! And I will get to have my say in what happens in the children's department! (The power is intoxicating!) And it's close to Milwaukee... where I have friends!

Cons: Ummmmm. The amount of responsibility involved is terrifying. Really truly terrifying. *MUST. BE. BRAVE* Also, I will be starting at the end of May. The summer reading program starts beginning of June. And then the madness will overtake me.

Now, I must get back to freaking out about the responsibility and basking in the glow of employment.