I passed probation!

Oof. That sounds a tad nefarious.

I am no longer a probationary employee and my company. I’m legit. I’m official. They’re keeping me around.

I worried for nothing. I panicked for nothing. Well, it wasn’t for nothing. It was because the job means that much to me that I wanted to ensure I was getting my invitation to stay. The thought of being asked to leave was hard for me to grasp. Thankfully, I don’t have to worry about that anymore.

On Monday I’m legit.

My boss jokingly said ‘Simmer down a little bit, why don’t ya? You’re making me look bad with your achievements…’ during the review. Hey, I’ll take it. I’ll take it in stride.

I can do this job and I can do it well.

Now that I know I’m legit, I’m staying and I have a pay cheque that I can count on twice a month, I really think it’s time to start a business. I love my job and what I get the opportunity to do, but I also want to have something that’s mine. Something that I can say I built. Something with low start-up costs and low overhead. I’ll figure it out one of these days. I just have to do it right.

I passed, baby.

I may or may not have celebrated by eating some frosting right out of the container. I’m a firm believer that you have to celebrate the small victories in life.