I had a very productive day yesterday.

I straightened the house so the housekeeper could come in.  I did a load of laundry.  I went to my Thursday afternoon group.  I went to the post office to mail off the kids’ tax returns. I pruned the roses back from the edge of the sidewalk so that we won’t get cited by the city.  I made fusilli with fennel, carrots and spring onions for dinner.

And I got a job.

It’s on a political campaign, with the same people I worked with last fall, doing phone banking again.  One of the best parts about it was that I was contacted out of the blue; it was not a job I applied for.

And, in the “It Never Rains But It Pours” department:  I got a call this morning from a woman who is seeking someone to help write immigration affidavits (a job I had applied for in February).  Since I had just literally signed the paperwork for the first job, I felt I did not want to run out on them — especially as I was planning to ask my boss how to get involved in campaigns at a higher level.  However, talking to the woman, I may be able to work a few hours a week, and she said they did not see the (suddenly exploding due to changes in federal regs) workload letting up any time soon.   That means I may be able to get work with them after the campaign gig.  Which is great — it sounds like very interesting work.

So let’s recap: after years of job hunting, when simply getting a rejection letter felt like an accomplishment, since mid-March I have had three interviews for jobs I did not get, a second interview for one of them (and a consolation prize!), one job, and a strong possibility of another.

Next time I say nothing good ever happens to me? Thwap me, then remind me of this post.

It’s been a long time coming, and I am grateful that all of this is happening.