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I went in for my interview today at two, like I told you. I got in there about ten minutes early, but the girl who was interviewing before me was still sitting at the table with the manager, so I went and had a seat in the corner, like another woman told me.
I’d say it was probably a little after two when she finished with the other girl and came over to talk to me. Honestly, now that I think back on the interview, I don’t remember all that much (I get stressed out and I don’t always remember details later). I do remember that I will be working about twenty hours a week, most likely afternoons and early evenings, and that she doesn’t have any problems with me not working on Shabbat. I’ll be going in Thursday with regulation pants and shoes and getting a Braum’s shirt and starting my training!
GUYS! I have a job!
Some of you may have heard this and some of you may not have, but about two weeks ago, Tia (my one-year-old cat) had… one kitten. Seriously, we thought she was going to have more than that, but there’s only one. He (or she?) is TOO CUTE. He’s almost two weeks old now, and is currently residing under my bed. As soon as I get batteries for my camera, I’ll take a picture. He’s dark grey tiger stripes and his eyes are open now.
“We are not keeping it,” says Dad.
“Sure, Dad. That’s what you said about Chloe.” Chloe was going to be given away. We’ve had her for years now and she totally believes that she is Dad’s rightful wife.
Said kitten proceeds to snuggle up in Dad’s beard.
So really, there’s not much chance that we’re keeping him (or her)… I guess I can only hope and be delusional, as usual.
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This weekend was kind of rough, to say the least, but I suppose today was a lot better. I have good friends who talk me through things, and I very much appreciate them. No, today was a pretty good, albeit boring, day. Tomorrow I’m calling every place I left an application on Thursday and then crunching some serious college numbers. I need a job and I need to pay for college, so keep me in prayers as usual!
Okay, I promised it… I’ve finally gotten most of what I needed to say in my journal, and so I’ll give you the highlights… Meli’s semi-official report on camp. Of course, most of the people who will swing by here were there too… but this is for the rest of you, I guess! Anyhow, towards the end of the week there’s less stuff to report because a lot of it turns personal and… well, if you don’t know that stuff already, you’re not supposed to!
Sunday. We left here around twelve thirty / one-ish and drove out to Anadarko. Amazingly, we fit everyone and everything in. We goofed off some on the way there, just talking and telling stories and such. (more…)
I mean, seriously, I have about twenty pages in my journal about camp, just from about six thirty on saturday morning on. I can’t even begin to describe it now (of course, limited internet time tonight doesn’t help and emailing camp people is more important, sorry!), but next post I’ll paste some stuff in from my journal. That’s the definite benefit of having your journal on the computer (that and I type much much faster than I write).
But a quick summary? Camp was a week for worship… a week for reconciliation… a week for seeing just how people are… a week for falling in love… a week for laughter… and a week to use as a jumping-off point for the next year.