It's an "I got the job!" status

So I got a job offer today... A real life- don't have to dress like a chef or cater to high school students- job offer. This real life job offer also entails working adult hours now. So yeah, that should be interesting. I haven't worked an 8-5 job since May 2009 when I had a two week stint at Sandhills, and we all know how that ended. It ended with me clearing out my shit at lunch one day so I could head to the lake for the rest of the summer. But this job will be different, I saw a good omen today when I got off the train and turned the corner to head to my "work." The omen was a bar, but it wasn't just any bar. It was a little hole-it-the-wall place my mom, Chris and I drank the first week we got here just because we happened to come across it. It's called "Stocks and Blondes." It's an after work stop for all the working people in the financial district, dark lighting, brick walls, it's a good ol Chicago pub in every sense of the way. So it seems I might finally get to experience that Broiler Room happy hour scene, after all. I'll be just another mid 20 year old relaxing at the bar with my other mid 20 year old friends dressed in our suits and ties discussing work over a few brews. So I may be giving up the Today Show and Oprah, but I'm gaining happy hour... I just have to remind myself of that every single day. Oh God, how I love my Today Show mornings. It's going to be hard not being able to enjoy them every morning from 7 a.m.-10 a.m. at my leisure. But I can do it... It's all about sacrifices.

The place I was offered a job is a small company, only about fifteen employees. So it looks I might be the newest member of "The Office." I will finally have the camaraderie of employees in an actual office setting. I can only begin to imagine the types of hi-jinx we'll get into. I'll be involved in office drama I'm sure, and office birthday parties and office after hours and office holiday celebrations! It's going to be a whole new world for me, I feel just like Princess Jasmine discovering the peasant world for the first time. And I almost forgot the best part, Friday is CASUAL day! I can wear jeans to work! How cool is that? I have a feeling drinking on the weekends is going to be a lot more fun after a forty hour week. Forty hours... Shit's about to get real, real fast.

I still have a week or two before I officially start this new job. So next week in honor of my last week off for summer I am celebrating by agreeing to babysit Knox for two days while Jade goes out of town. I haven't been alone with a baby for more than two hours so I'm not quite sure how it's going to go down. But since Knox is coming, I've been thinking about babies a lot, more specifically Facebook babies and I started wondering what happens when a Facebook baby becomes a Facebook kid? Let me explain myself. At six months old, Knox already has more photos on Facebook than me. Knox has already "checked in" at more restaurants and locations, and God willing, he has a lot more naked pictures online. So my question is, what happens when Facebook babies grow up? When these adorable little status worthy creatures become actual people who start to realize every moment of their lives has been documented thus far? On a social network millions have access to I might add. Are these kids gonna be pissed? Humiliated? Or worse of all, will they not care one bit? Remember that awkward time in your life when you would get all modest and embarrassed when your parents would show naked baby pictures of you to your friends for their own amusement? I can't help but wonder if that modesty will even exist anymore for our future Fb'rs generation, how could it when their entire life has been put on the Internet? It's bath time for little Johnny! Better post it with a mobile upload! Too bad little Johnny is 13 years old now. Karen just got her first period, better post it! Has anyone else wondered about this social phenom taking place right before our eyes? Maybe it's just me, but I think we're starting something here that we have no idea what the after affect will be. Like Adderall or Aids. At this point all we can do is sit back and watch what happens. Like Adderall and Aids.

Ugh, babies and jobs. Two subjects I don't want to think about anymore for at least a few days. Or years. I wish a job was like a cute baby nephew, I could have it just for a few days while it's fun, but then when it gets annoying and starts to spit up someone else would come to pick it up.