Remember the dork-o-meter?
I haven't had a "real" job since 2002. That's 9 years for those of you who aren't very good with mental math.
I am beginning a new part-time (it's technically called half time) job soon within our local school system.
I am officially a lunch lady. Not as in serving the lunch, also known as a cook, but as in the lady who scans your finger as you go through the lunch line.
And I'm happy about it.
I'm pretty sure that being happy about landing such a peonic (not sure that's a word but it means peon-like in my mind)....anyway, being happy about landing such a peonic job probably rates pretty high on the dork-o-meter.
I don't have to wear a hair net, so it can't be all that dorky, right?
Praise the Lord, because it is the perfect location, the perfect hours, and the perfect timing!
And one of the perks of my new job is not having to wear a hair net! I am certainly moving up in the world, n'est pas?