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Hello out there!

I've apparently been so busy and scatter-brained, that Rich, (of all people) has gotten back to my blog before I have. Have no fear. I am alive. The last few weeks have been a bit hectic, and my brain has been moving in slow motion.


Last Saturday I got my FAVORITE cousin to meet me for lunch. He's a lawyer for the VA in DC. He was up with some chums to Atlantic city for labor day weekend and we met at a diner between AC and my house. We could not have grown up more differently, we're not related by blood, but we are so much alike. He was an air force brat living all over the world before he was a teenager. I've still yet to leave the country. He got a perfect score on his AC T's, I got a near perfect score on my GED, lol. he had 2 brothers, i grew up an only child (sister was adopted after i was grown and moved away) He got a full scholarship to OU plus allowance, I made payments to the Stratford Career institute for my mail order Vet Tech course. He graduated from Georgetown law last spring, I have heard of Georgetown. So we have no reason to be alike, least of all now that we're adults. But we are. We could have sat and BSed in that dinner all day long. I love that kid. I lived with his family when i was 18/19 for about 9 mos. he really became more like a brother to me then anything. We hadn't really talked alone since his mom threw me out of there house almost 10 years ago. Long story, basically she's a psycho. But I had an awesome time, I didn't want the afternoon to end. A few years ago I wouldn't have had the never to ask him to meet me for lunch. It's not that he hasn't always been awesome to me, I just felt guilty, as if my having lived with them back then, had made a negative impact on his home life. I'm sure that it did for awhile. I guess as you grow up, you realize, you are not the be all and end all. So I'm really grateful for our visit and I think we'll do it again soon.


My other excitement was a job interview. I had posted my resume on monster and applied for a few part time jobs. One was a data entry position at Burl. Coat factories corp office. A few weeks after I had applied i got a message on my phone from a personnel lady there. I returned the call. She told me the p/t data entry position had been filled but she wanted to interview me for an allocator job-Full time. Me being right into interview mode, paid no attention to the full time part, and told her I'd be interested in interviewing for the position, thanking her for thinking of me, blah blah blah. Since I've been working exclusively on the farm for the past few years, my corporate wardrobe was lacking. Of course this was the week of the 10 hour days with the baby. Needless to say, time to prepare a suitable outfit for this interview rolled over to the next week. My interview was scheduled for this past Thursday. Wednesday night, at 7pm i was up to my elbows in close at a Ross. I have lost a little more then 30 pounds since the last time I had to buy anything more then work clothes. I had to try everything on. I hate that, and the shopping itself isn't that hot either. i got so tired after i tried on the first million things that didn't fit right, I just rushed through and grab a bunch of things that matched each other. I tried them all on Thursday morning while the baby was bouncing away in his jumparoo. i found some combination that worked. (so i get to return the rest and get my money back YAY)

The interview was at 3pm. My mom took the baby and I went. The interview was pretty intense, at least for me it was. First I had to take a math test. I am not good at math, but I'm good at the simple business stuff from working in retail. I aced it, woohoo. there were two open positions and i was ultimately interviewed my 4 people. Seem a little much to me, but whatever.
During the last interview, i started to get tired. I was up at 6 working in the barn, then cleaning up the house, baby got there at 8:30, had him until2:15 when i left for the interview. As the woman was talking I started to panic. What is wrong with me? What in God's name made me come to this interview? I am freaking nuts if i think I can get up earlier then six to get all the morning BS done, get home from work around 6 and start more manual labor, shoving something in my mouth around 8, sleep walking through a shower, and crashing into bed.
Not to mention not knowing whether or not my mom was going to be able to handle having the baby until he could get into a day care.

Of course this was on the inside, and on the outside was my job interview me, smiling, making witty re tortes, asking poiniant questions, I'm good at interviews, so basically was on auto pilot. leaving me with plenty of time for my internal monologue to freak me out.

I got to the parking lot, drove to my house, and made it all the way to the bathroom before i puked. I'm deciding now whether I should write them a letter of thanks, and respectfully ask to be removed from consideration, or just wait and see if I get one of the positions, and hope everything smooths out. The odds are against me getting either of the positions, as i have not worked in that field for 8 years, and I'm sure that the other applicants are more qualified. Plus i don't have any college degree, which is apparently requested, apon my viewing of the job description. It would be awesome for me if i could get this job and hold it down. I guess I'm going to pray about it and make a decision on Monday.
I'm exhausted now, and am beginning to crash, so I'll say goodnight