When a person Looks at themselves They often Do not see Their own flaws A culture Looking at its self Will do much The same
In this cluster They began to talk A lot of Damn strange stuff And thus became A world themselves Fancying that they were Descendants of Life herself Telling of local worthies Making themselves a symbol One of the reasons They … Continue reading
If only my heart was like a lint trap. I could just pull it out every once in a while and clean out all the junk I didn’t like or want to hang onto. I could prevent build up of … Continue reading
I pressed my face into the carpet. Tired of running up and down the stairs, and hopeful that the sump pump would miraculously start working. I was pretty sure the switch was broken. I wanted to call my father, but … Continue reading
“Is it really?”
We all looked at each other and laughed. We were having so much fun we had forgotten to keep track of time.
“We haven’t even shown her the remodel yet! Come on! We are so pumped!”
We walked through an unassuming doorway onto a stairway that reached upward into a high ceiling space. There was tons of light. That new carpet smell. It filled my nostrils and evoked fond memories of remodels in our own home. New carpets were exciting things. “The coffee bar is going to be down there.” He indicated a large wall space, just asking to be filled with coffee aromatics. He was excited. They all were. I was excited for them….and I don’t even work there…yet…hopefully.
It was seriously a good interview. Probably the best one I have ever had. So much laughter. So much good conversation about being a creative. So much collaboration. I was above and beyond ecstatic. Even if they don’t hire me, I’m so excited for them. Their rebrand. Their remodels. I couldn’t help but be excited. Their company was updating, which made it all the better. The excitement and anticipation was there. The newness.
As for the interview its self I feel like I did my best. If they don’t choose me they have their reasons. I keep telling myself it’s in God’s hands now. To let go and trust. To provide me with His will for my life. I keep praying for pace. I’m still super nervous. Anxious. The waiting is always the hard part. The pacing and wondering if you said things right, did things right, and if you presented yourself well. I keep telling myself that I was myself. That if they didn’t like me for me then they were clearly not the right fit. That I can only be what I am. It will be what it is meant to be.
Still, I’d love to get out of retail and into marketing.
“I’m going to fail at this game.” I looked at each picture of myself carefully as I voiced my lack of confidence. “This should be easy for you! You lived them!” My Maid of Honor commented. “Girl, I was too … Continue reading
She said “Sad that I depend on my phone to remember my work schedule.” I had to correct her. “Well yes and no. As long as you use your phone as a tool to assist in life and not as … Continue reading
“Hey. What’s the reason that girls didn’t get moved yesterday?” The message came through Facebook and was referring to the size 7-14 girls area of our children’s department. What I was trying to figure out was…why was I being contacted … Continue reading
“The attachment isn’t here…” That was odd indeed. I threw my covers off and put a bra on. Pulling my tshirt over myself I wandered groggily to the kitchen and put on a Nantucket Blend K-Cup. How many days ago … Continue reading
I had a panic attack. Again. I’m sure you’re probably sick of hearing that. Just as much as I’m sick of having them. This time the trigger was another letter from my health insurance company. It was official. My premium … Continue reading