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So it turns out that a lot of businesses are closed on Easter. I know, I know. It is one of those common sense things that everyone knows. Sadly though, common sense has always been one of my weak points. So Easter Sunday night found me driving around in quasi-erratic circles around Orlando, searching for a delicious meal. I ended up at the Pita Pit, which for the tragically uninformed is an extremely delicious place where they wrap tasty noms inside of a pita. The Joker was the pita of choice; chicken souvlaki and gyro beef inside, with grilled peppers, onions, mushrooms, and feta cheese, tzatziki sauce, spinach, and olives to fill it out. That warm pocket of loveliness joined me with a bottle of mango orange juice, and a free cupcake courtesy of Sweet!. Yeah, I got a free cupcake. They were handing them out, as a kind of Easter prize. Way better than your standard hard-boiled egg that has been hidden all day in the hot sun. Way safer too, I’d bet.

“Jake!,” I can hear you asking, “All of this sounds incredibly tasty! But why did you go to such lengths to have a delicious and tasty meal? What made Sunday so special?” Well, to be frank (and not Frank. For I believe in honesty, not impersonation), dear reader, there was nothing especially special about Sunday for me. It was the cap to a long week, a long week in which news arrived.

Oh yes, news. News of the good kind. The kind of news that finds you in whatever dank dark pit you’ve made a home in, and shines a million candela light upon you. The kind of news that lifts you up, and gives your life renewed meaning and purpose. The kind of n… What? What’s that? Ah yes, dear reader. I shall get to the fraking point right away.

I have a job. And not some cheesy waiting-on-tables or retail job either. I have a job in my field. A job that my degree has helped me to get, and will ensure that I keep getting similar jobs. I know! It’s super exciting! I’ll have something good to put on my resume. I’ll have something exciting to have stories about.

What will I be doing?

Well, I will be working for a company called SAIC. The job consists of working on [DETAIL REDACTED]. I will be working hand in hand with [PERSONAL AND GROUP INFORMATION REDACTED]. My product will be essential to the support and safety of said [REDACTED]. Essentially, I will creating a system to [SPECIFIC WORKING DETAIL REDACTED].

Doesn’t it all sound so exciting!?

And no, that redacted stuff isn’t just for drama and flair. Okay, it’s there to add that, yes, but I really am not at liberty to discuss the specifics of this job. Only that it is interesting, safe, and necessary. The redacted bits would only worry you.

I could tell you more, but then I’d have to kill you.

Ha, not really. But that is my goal. To one day have a job that is Top Secret, something that I truly can’t talk about for decades after it happens. Like, I’d be sitting on my porch, enjoying a nice cool lemonade, watching kids go about playing a rousing game of four-square while taking the occasional “Car!” breaks, and think to myself, “Isn’t it nice, that this kids can play, and not have to worry about that outbreak of Rage virus that threatened to kill civilization? They’ll never know how close they came to complete and total annihilation.” I’d then continue to sip my lemonade, smug and secure in the fact that I helped. That, or I’d really just like to sit on a porch and sip at some lemonade. But that would require me to be financially secure.

WHICH I AM NOW! AHAHAHAHHA! Or more to the point, which I soon will be. I’m not secure just yet; but you can bet your bottom dollar that I’ll be scoping out some prices on entertaining and interesting glassware with which to enjoy my drink. And the glassware shall be nifty, with little bubbles and handmade imperfections and whatnot. Or perhaps it will just be some strange and inventive shape. I’m not sure yet. But there shall be a study done.

My orientation starts at the unbelievable hour of 9:00 in the morning. Now that I have a job, I suppose I shall have to relearn how to get up reliably at this unfashionably early hour. I will just have to dial my mind back to a time when I went to Full Sail, where my schedule would shift willy-nilly to and fro, from getting up at the crack of noon to sleepily plodding from my bed at four. Four in the morning, that is. Once you’ve swung that schedule once or twice, no time related awakening truly seems that bad anymore.

In light of this joyous news, I’ve had to temporarily postpone my trip planning. I still expect to be out to see Nikki and Stephen, and Krista at the end of May, I just dare not commit completely until I am absolutely sure I’ll have an appropriate mobile computing device to take with me. How cool is it that I’d have a job to take with me, and keep getting paid, while I was on a self-imposed vacation/sabbatical. I am also working on an updated business card, which includes shiny bits. Hopefully I’ll be able to use the shiny bits of the cards long enough to distract the HR people to get an interview.

Failing that, there is always my grappling hook.

On that happy, and hopeful note, dear reader, I declare the end of this week’s blog. It would please me greatly if you would leave your excited, happy, and jubilant wishes as comments. I suppose you could leave criticisms as well, but really, do you really want to be a sad sap and ruin this spirit of joy and happiness? Remember to friend me on Facebook, and follow me on Twitter @Chiron7936.

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