The weekend- I got to be a giver! I love it!

I don't really know what to say, or where to start. It's been an eventful weekend. My best friend got married, so I've been busy with wedding preparations on Friday and Saturday. Today, I recovered.

Being in service of my best friend during the weekend of her wedding has been great. I truly feel like I showed up for her, and did everything I could to make it her day, and to help pull all the details together, and save her mom's sanity. That feels really good. I loved serving people I love. It was a beautiful wedding, and I am very happy for my friend and her husband. I'm excited for the years to come and being their friend.

During my weekend of service, I was offered a job. Remember that one that was going to wait two weeks to make a decision? Well, they made a decision, a week early. They offered me the job on Friday afternoon, and I was super excited; but also incredibly preoccupied. So I will call HR back tomorrow to decide my start date for becoming a cheese monger.

It's an awesome opportunity. I get day time hours as opposed to the late nights of line cooking in restaurants. I get more money. I get to totally change gears and work the retail side of the food industry, instead of restaurant cooking (hehe...my cheese got moved. Anyone read that book?) I get to LEARN! (I LOVE learning!) more about cheese, and not just learn it, but be the resident expert on it. I get to talk to and connect with people as I share my knowledge. I get to care what I look like everyday, because I'm not going to be hidden back in a kitchen anymore. That will do a lot for my femininity and feeling good about myself.

Sounds like a pretty good weekend huh? Yeah, it was. I am so glad I decided to leave my job worries behind in Utah and come to Idaho to enjoy the weekend. For the most part, this weekend has been nurturing to me, and a nice break with a lot of good things happening.
I had my moments though. I missed my boyfriend even though I realize he would have been bored being here this weekend. Let's face it, I wouldn't have paid him that much attention.

After I was offered the job, and telling my mom about it, I wasn't all that excited. I said something to the effect of, "I just feel like they must have offered the job to someone else first, and that person declined for whatever reason, so I was their next choice." I couldn't believe that they really wanted me. My mom was sure to call me on my bullshit. "Becca, you got the job. They wanted you. What you have is what they wanted. People aren't exactly handing out jobs for pity in this economy." Isn't my ability to turn some great news into okay news incredible? My mom is awesome.

I feel better for sure, and I feel like I am going to be ready to walk onto this job, confident of the knowledge I have, confident that I still have a lot to learn, and ready to take it on. So, what's your favorite cheese?