Day 6

The only thing I know about wine is I like to drink it. And it gives me jello arms.

48 hours after sending out that wishful batch of resumes, I may have found AND landed The Perfect Job. I mean it. You're going to be jealous.

I used to walk past a tiny wine shop every morning on my way to work and every evening on my way home. Twice a day, I was gently reminded that for some, work and play were not mutually exclusive.

It seemed like each time I walked by, rosy-cheeked people were crowding the window, laughing even! I secretly wished I worked there. Okay-not so secretly. I would whine to my co-workers daily about how I wanted to be the one with a buzz on a Tuesday afternoon slinging grape juice in that cramped enchanting hole-in-the-wall.

I met with the owner today. A Yale biology grad who fell into wine almost as serendipitously as I may be. She's looking for someone to help her with the creative aspect of the business. Getting new people in the store. Coming up with cool events. Telling the stories behind each bottle in interesting ways. Making the tiny shop something bigger.

I am too excited for words.

Getting laid off is like the get-out-of-jail free card I've been waiting for.

Tonight, I have a conference call with my two best friends to figure out how to make another dream into a reality.