On the first day of spring

I got a job.

It blew my mind.

It wasn't entirely unexpected. I'm about a month and a half away from graduating with BAs in English and Environmental Studies, and I'm no slacker. I knew I'd find a job eventually. But I certainly wasn't expecting to get a job right after college, let alone while I'm still in school. I definitely wasn't planning on taking the first job I interviewed for.

But that's what happened.

Backing up:
My name is Meg. I'm an almost-graduate of Guilford College, and I've spent most of the last year freaking out about finding a job, a career, getting married, starting a family. Sound familiar? Stick around, I need to commiserate with you.

I'm not exactly a writer. I can write (as you can see, since you're reading this). And I don't mind doing some here and there. But I like to think of myself as primarily an editor. I much prefer cleaning up other people's writing to doing all the work on my own. As an editor for the school paper, I get to rearrange sentences, insert commas, and insert transitions to (almost) my heart's content. It's what I'm good at, and it's what I expect to do for at least a little while.

I am also working on a senior thesis. It's about environmental journalism, and after seven months, it's kind of a snooze-fest for me. It's a large part of why I'm starting a blog right now--otherwise, I would be working on the thesis. That's what I should have been doing during spring break when I applied for this job.

"Copy editor position." Not my dream job, but I'm an almost-graduated English major. I kind of have to take what I can get. I sent in my resume. I did an editing test. I got a phone call.

"We want you to come in for an interview." You want what now?

Two aptitude tests and three interviews later, I'm walking out the door with an offer letter in my hands, exhilarated and overwhelmed and wondering what I've gotten myself into.

Are you wondering the same thing? Let's figure it out.