So it happened. After weeks, nay MONTHS of nail biting and hair pulling, a 'n-word' done got himself a job. That's right people, I Kevin Katazi am now a member of the working class.

To say I'm excited would be more than an understatement. If you ask a recent graduate, you'll easily find out our biggest fears (aside from paying back loans) tend be job-related. It's usually the same though process of, how the hell do I get a job? How long will I have to wait before I'm hired? What if I don't find a job in my field? What if I don't find a job at all? How am I going to pay for my Jamba Juice? WillI ever actually be able to ever afford Starbucks again!? GAAAAAAAAAH!!!!

Yes, the panicky notion that accompanies the post-grad job search is all to real. Fortunately for this guy, those fears are becoming a distant memory (sort of, b/c I still can't really afford Starbucks).

However, as I bask in the afterglow that comes with gaining employment, I feel the faint sense of uncertainty and fear that comes with most huge life events. See the job I'm taking has me moving back to the area I went to school in, and while I've (begrudgingly) come to call this place home in the past two years, this move is decidedly different. In years past when I was going up there for school, I knew the plan. I'd go to school, come back home on breaks, and then wash and repeat. This time it's different. There are no guaranteed breaks. There aren't any tests to take. The support system I depended on while in college is dwindling (in a way) as I step into the straps of adulthood, and I'm not going to lie, I am scared shitless.

As with all challenges that come my way, I am confident that I will face this one head on, but the mere thought of 'adulting' in this manner is a weird concept. But whatevs, I'll freak out later, for now I'm just going to soak up this the victory of this battle that yields great perks and $10 an hr.