Up till last week I could have gone on and on about how miserable I was at work. And then, out of the blue, I got a call from a headhunter. In a whirlwind week I found out about a position, applied, interviewed, and got the job! Not only will I not be languishing and doing things far below my skillset, but I'll actually be getting paid what I'm worth. What a novel concept! You know it's bad when the headhunter first laughs when you tell them your salary, then asks if you live with your parents and how you're able to live on that pay.

This is the first time I'll be switching jobs since I've graduated, so it's a strange feeling. I'm thrilled to be getting out of here, I was truly miserable and had much difficulty convincing myself to get out of bed in the morning. But there are some people that I'll miss. And then there's the fear of "Can I actually do this new job?!" I'm sure I'll catch on, but it's different from walking in every morning and knowing exactly what you're doing.

What a crazy week. Hang in there, you never know what will fall into your lap!