I got the job offer.
I should jumping for joy. Instead I have a pit in my stomach. I am really worried that the vet and I are never going to click. I hate the idea of dreading my job.
But am I feeling all nauseous just because I assume it will be bad? Because it means I wont get to go to Washington at the end of April like I was looking forward to? Because it means no more sleeping in until noon, staying up until 2am, and hanging out with my friends whenever I want? Because it means suddenly I have to be an adult?
Or is my intuition trying to tell me something? You know, "Beware, rocks ahead!" ?
Or is this just my crippling-self-doubt rearing it's ugly head telling me I'm not good enough, not competent enough, not smart enough. Telling me this job is too difficult, to hard, so beyond my capacity that it is laughable that I even applied in the first place?
This offer came via an email. So I'm guessing I get maybe 12 hours to respond? Because she can't be sure of when I would read said email...
I should take it. In my head, it is the logical decision. This is technically a receptionist position that will allow me to slowly pick up hours as a technician. It has been about 9 months since I last did all the tech-type-activities and admittedly am a little rusty so this gives me a chance to ease back into it. And hey, it is money. It is a job during a time when jobs are difficult to find.
So why am I not jumping up and down with excitement?