End of the Tunnel...

My application to the M.A of Library and Information Sciences has been accepted. This is how I found out:

After about a month after I sent in my application and received confirmation that all my references and paperwork had been received, I was super bored and decided to log into the student center website. Under "status of application" was a giant green checkmark which indicated what has now come to be THE most welcome phrase of the year...

"Unconditional Acceptance".

To coin popular term-age from JMart...KABLAM!

Aside from donning a giant grin on my face and doing a weird shimmy victory dance while sitting on my bed (I was sitting with my notebook on my lap...) my first thought was not of how I would soon be returning to campus and all it's gorgeous gloriousness. (That was second, actually).

No.

My first thought was how I wanted to write and deliver my letter of resignation at work, thus ending my 2 + years in service.

I have this day dream of me throwing the office door open on my last day while waltzing out through the lobby doing some sort of interpretive freedom dance.

I work in a hotel by the way. (I blame my total and complete absence from the blogsphere on my fall from grace into the monotony of low wage, customer service hell. I realize many of you lovely readers have probably experienced the same levels of jackassery as I due in part to drama of coworkers and the angst of self-entitled/self-important customers. In a few words...IT SUCKS!)

That giant green checkmark - it was life altering. Life affirming in actual fact since now, the end is actually in sight...that long dark tunnel of being in a job I really only settled for (due to debt and a degree which did not immediately qualify me for any particular career) was getting brighter - I could visualize my last day.

Let's be honest...I still looked like shit in that visualization because I would still be wearing that damned uniform. But it would be the last day.

Once I clock out I could burn the stupid piece of crap shirt we wear for a winter uniform - I am certain it would reduce to ash in only a few seconds...

So now I have a plan. A PLAN!

I will leave before Christmas. This year I will not be the person who volunteers for the Christmas shifts because I don't have kids, or because my family has no special plans, or because...whatever...

I am going to enjoy my holidays. Spend it with family and friends. Not be stressed out. Maybe do some baking and tack some good ole holiday/winter poundage to my ass. Get my stuff packed up and moved to the Forest City well ahead of time so there is no giant blow up about things being last minute.

And best of all...living in a tourist town like I do...

I get to miss working the ski season!

I wonder if I already packed up my champagne flutes...hmmm.