I got a new job!!! You’re probably already sick of seeing me post about it on Instagram because I’ve been so excited but TOO BAD I’m sharing more here.

First of all, wtf is Divvy? They’re a platform for business credit cards, budgets, expense reports, loans, and more. Basically you give your employees/departments specific cards onto which you can release a set amount of funds for them to spend. It automatically imports expenses, eliminating the need for expense reports or turning in receipts for reimbursement. They also offer travel services, bill pay, and a lot of new cool features that we’re working on. (It’s free to use, so if you’re a business owner CHECK IT OUT AND THANK ME LATER. Consumer use will come eventually.)

I started on the marketing team at Divvy in January, doing research, SEO, and long-form articles, and I have been absolutely over the moon about it. I still kind of can’t believe I got this job. It’s crazy.

I’ve been looking for a different gig since September. Seriously. I’ve been interviewing for different jobs in waves ever since we got back from our cruise at the end of August. My freelance writing job that I’ve had since (literally) two weeks after having Reese was a godsend, a dream, the perfect opportunity… but it transitioned to full-time, in-office which wasn’t really what I was looking for at the time.

I spent months and months applying for interesting writing jobs, having interviews, getting rejected. It was so discouraging. I’d try really hard for a little while, get crushed, and then swear off job applications for a while. But I wanted ~something! I want to write. I want to try new things. I want to have a side hustle or job or identity or skill outside of wiping peanut butter off my counters and princess costumes (as fun as those are). I want to buy Disneyland season passes and pay off student loan debt and interact with adults and wear my neglected blazers and learn how to write with a team.

Even worse, I felt the push to do it. Even when I felt like I had no skills, nothing to offer, I’d come off a rejection email and know that I needed to keep trying. On good days I knew there was something waiting in the wings and I just needed to be patient. More often I was looking at my blank computer screen and berating myself for thinking I had absolutely any business applying for “real” writing jobs. If it wasn’t for Ryan who was constantly telling me I’m a badass, I’m worth real money, and the right company will recognize my value… I’d have quit in disgrace. He always believes in me.

As I grew more pregnant it felt like an even longer shot, but still I’d find myself searching writing job boards late at night after girls were in bed. I applied for Divvy and barely even entertained a shred of hope. Divvy is freaking cool. It’s a hot tech startup with bomb a$$ benefits and cool culture and a super fun, flexible approach.

I know you’ve probably questioned Divvy’s judgement – who hires a super pregnant girl with next-to-no brand writing experience? Not to mention she wants part-time, part-remote work. And she crunches Wintergreen mints constantly.

But they did. They offered me the content specialist job, with the perfect package for my current and future needs. It’s amazing. I go into the office two days a week. It allows me to go to meetings and be part of a team, use conference rooms named after Star Wars planets (yeah. This place is perfect for me), and get lots of research and writing time that is uninterrupted by potty accidents or mac n cheese breaks. I work the rest of my part time hours each week from home, using Zoom to attend meetings from the comfort and convenience of my home, and logging hours when the girls are at school, before they wake up, after they go to bed, or when Ryan takes them out for dates in the evenings/weekends.

CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT

I’m getting paid to do interesting research and strategic writing. Sometimes I do it from an awesome workplace with a fully stocked break room (read: unlimited Diet Cokes, pebble ice machine, peanut butter m&ms, and more) and frequent team lunches. Sometimes I do it from my home office with a giant Swig during preschool. Sometimes I do it from the couch while Ryan plays video games. I am learning so much.

They value what I’m doing and pay me enough to have a nanny make sense – we found a great one who my girls love and who sweeps my floors so I’m obviously obsessed with her. They’re totally flexible with my schedule. They’re cool about maternity leave. They’re gonna work with me on bringing my baby into work when she’s tiny and I’m ready to come back.

It’s insane that after six months of demoralizing job applications I ended up getting the very best job I came across, two months before I’m about to have a baby. I still feel like maybe it’s an elaborate joke? I’ll just keep going until they notice their mistake.

It’s been a bit of an adjustment to get us all on a new schedule of Danica & Ryan carpooling to work two days a week (his office is like a quarter mile from mine!!!), having a nanny, and balancing all the pre-existing stuff. But it’s been so great. I feel like we all appreciate one another more. We enjoy evenings, weekends, and leisure time more. I’m more efficient and mindful with my time.

I know I sound like a honeymoon-crazed optimist, and I am. But I am just so grateful and excited and happy. This is such a good fit for me, for us. I can’t wait to see where it takes us.