In the entirety of my life, I have never had so many huge, life-altering events happen at once as happened from 8pm Wednesday night to 12pm Thursday afternoon.
On October 2nd, I got engaged. Sixteen hours later? I was laid off.
(I also got two parking tickets that week, but I’m going to chalk that up to the universe poking me with a stick.)
In true Marian form, I met the love of my life on the internet. Oh, about four months ago. If I have to say, “When ya know, ya know” one more time I might stab my eye with a rusty spoon. But it’s true, so there you go.
I’m embarrassed to start gushing about the perfect way Elliot proposed, my stunningly beautiful ring and how I want to cry every time I wake up because I get to spend the rest of my life with the coolest human being to ever exist. But I want to gush and I happen to have a small soapbox to shout off of. In the words of an old friend, “When you propose to a social media manager, you propose to the internet.”
Which is why when Couchsurfing laid off a chunk of staff on Thursday morning, I didn’t feel like my world had fallen apart. Instead, something clicked into place. What should have been a really shitty day was, in fact, a loud blazing sign that I needed a little time off, the chance to finally run some errands and a new career challenge. Luckily, I live in the most social media friendly city. Some of the most exciting and inspiring companies on earth are stationed here and I can’t wait to see where I end up.
Couchsurfing may have been the driving force in my move to San Francisco, but it’s not why I’m here. For the reason why, have a look at that stud muffin I get to make out with above.
I could not be more grateful to Couchsurfing. I loved every day I worked there and I will always be a Couchsurfer. I have a ton of faith in the folks who remain at HQ and I can’t wait to see what happens next!
Now I’m back to job hunting. Which I haven’t actually done in years. On to the next adventure, eh?