You guys, I did it. I got a new job. A new job at a new place in a new field.
It's right downtown and across the street from the school where Jacob will attend grades 5-12 which is just two and a half short years away. And near the subway. And in a place where I already have a few friends working.
It's at a Major Philadelphia University. With tuition reimbursement for me and my family and other benefits.
It involves real medical science. With medical doctors.
And room to grow.
I really need some hard science in my life after 15 years in soft science. In a place where I'm done growing and in a place that's cutting back on the flexibility. A place that's changing and leaving people like me a little uneasy with the changes.
My new supervisor is a doctor and a mom and a genius and a really nice person and she's seen me on stage but at first she thought she recognized me because I look so much like Amy Adams.
I get that a lot. People think I'm Amy Adams at least once or twice a week, especially if they are drunk. If I wear makeup or comb my hair the people think I look like Isla Fisher. It's really hard to tell those two apart. If I ever get famous and need a movie made about me, I hope Isla plays me because she's the prettier twin.
She liked me on stage. She thought I was smart and funny. She thought my whole team was smart and funny. I miss my whole team. I miss getting on stage. Soon that will change. April at the latest. But doing something completely different than I was doing before. I've taken a Storytelling workshop and I have another one coming up in a little under two weeks and then I'm just going to do it. Just going to get up there and do it because all the classes in the world won't get me ready as well as putting five or ten minutes of stagetime will do. Just me up there on stage. All by myself.
I'm coming out of my comfort zones.
I'm not going to be the expert of anything at my new job. No one will think I'm the best around. No one will defer to me for the right answers. I liked being a point person, for a time. I'm over it. I want to blend in a little bit more. I want to learn something instead of teach something. Be monitored rather than monitor.
But it's scary. Good scary.
The boys are just fine. Nicholas is walking all over the place and starting to talk. Milk, book, horse, clock, dog, cookie, cheese, hi, bye, mama, dada, Jacob, light, eat. Not that you'd be able to recognize many of those words but I can. He does cute animal imitations like flapping his arms and saying "twee twee" when you ask him what a bird does and making his arm like a trunk and spitting all over the place when you say elephant.
Jacob earned his yellow belt in judo recently and will start competing soon. School is as good as second grade can be when you just aren't in love with your teacher and some of the kids are real jerks.
The good thing about teachers is that you only have them for one year. Unless you are me. I had the same man for four years of elementary school. Sometimes he was just my math or science teacher but he was always in my life. He was the angriest person I have ever met, and I have seen anger many many many times. I see him on Facebook and he's a Christian now, which I guess is supposed to make everything all better. He was scary and cruel except when he wasn't. Then he was wonderful.
I'm not comfortable with people like that no matter how wonderful they are when they are wonderful. No matter how much Jesus is in their hearts thirty years later.
The bad thing about teachers is that you only have them for a year. I'm sure I had some good teachers but no one that stands out anymore. Some that I liked more than others, sure. But no one that totally blew me out of the water.
Holy crap I can't believe I have a new job lined up. A research job at a University. This is like my big girl job. I can't wait.