So, you remember how a while ago I talked about how much I’d like to work at a cupcake store? Encouraged by that idea, I visited the site of my spiritual home and decided to just go ahead and see if they needed staff. I sent off my resume and an impassioned plea (vaguely disguised as a cover letter) and waited. After a couple of weeks I figured that they weren’t interested and were probably working out how to arrange a restraining order so that the obviously crazy person could never email them again.

Alas, today, I got a call. I’ll give you a small, direct quote from our conversation, “Well, we aren’t at all interested in your resume, but you just so enthusiastic and excited about the business, we’d really like to meet you”. It’s not all sunshine and pudding, they want someone full time which I would have happily leapt at but this morning I was lucky enough to nab a job on Mondays and Tuesdays, which clashes with their wanting someone from Tuesday to Saturday. I told them that if they could work around those two days then I’d still be more than thrilled to work with them so I guess we’ll just see. Personally, I’d make an exception in my plan for someone who was going to be a super great employee, but who knows. She said she may be in contact later in the week after she’d spoken to her daughter (the owner, I believe). Fingers, toes, eyes, ears, hair and anything else you can possible cross crossed, OK? I was almost tempted to blurt out, “It’s OK, how about if I just pay you guys to let me come in and hang around every day, please!?!” But I managed to keep my cool, albeit only slightly.

So there, in a day I’ve gone from gainfully unemployed in the traditional sense, to having one job with another offer possibly being laid on the table. I’d happily do both jobs, I’d happily work six days a week because the key here is both jobs are really awesome. The job I got today is in an incredibly niche market so I’m gonna refrain from mentioning it on here because it would be about the second in Google results, so let’s just call it a Magic Shop. Magic Shop work involves a great deal of sitting on my ass, passing the time and a small amount of actual work. It’s also a job that has absolutely nothing in the way of formal policies about dress or appearance or anything like that so I can cover myself with tattoos and wear jeans to work and no one will bat an eyelid. I mentioned in the letter to the Cupcake Folk that I am getting a half sleeve featuring a cupcake for my birthday so they know straight up that I am a tattooed person and I can’t imagine it would be any issue for them to have a member of staff permanently marked with their own product.

Becoming employed mean I can still get the tattoo, but not the day I planned (since it will be a work day for me). That’s totally alright though, I am happy for my 26th year to start off by working to pay for something I want, that works for me just fine. I can’t even think about how great 26 would be if it involved working with cupcakes, it makes me smile really big and I have to resist the urge to squeal when I think about how great it would be. Honestly, clearing tables or doing dishes would still be great when surrounded by cupcakes. How could you have a bad day when you work in an environment like that?? You couldn’t, it would be physically impossible.

If I was lucky enough to work both jobs it would also mean I could afford to move out AND the locations of each job mean that I could live in a cool suburb AND it would be actually convenient and reasonable! Of course this is all based on the shiny happy version of these possibilities, but even if the cupcakers don’t want me I still have a job now and that means I can get my tattoo so yay, anything else is a bonus