I Got The Job

I got the job.

I got the job.

I did it!

I'm at a loss for words.

I found out mere hours after I posted my blog about going to Arizona. I'm on the couch with my mom, testing out the new TV.

I read the email out loud. My mom screams and hugs me.

As if on cue, my sister walks in from work. I tell her too.

I try to compose a coherent reply. Yes, September 5th sounds like a reasonable start date. (Why did I say that? That is so soon. There is so much to do. What. How.)

My mom starts crying that she's going to be all alone in this house. My sister films it and puts it on Snapchat.

I'm filled with excessive energy. My sister tells me I need to start packing NOW. (Who is she to talk? She leaves on the 20th and has barely started packing.)

I get a message from a guy I matched with on tinder when I was in Arizona, telling me not to worry, I'll get the job. I tell him he's right, I just got it.

My mom says we should tell my dad. My sister and I look at her like she's crazy. He's been dead for two years. She explains we should visit the bench we dedicated to him. She then concedes that his ashes are in the room. He heard.

She texts her friend. We call two of my aunts. I text Claire. I still have too much energy.

My mom and sister leave, off to their own plans for the night. I am left alone, not knowing what to do with myself.