Aug 01, 2008 13:58
Yesterday at appoximately 11:45 AM, I woke up on the floor of Planned Parenthood. Actually I wouldn't call it "waking up" more like "coming to". I had passed out in the middle of my STD/AIDS blood drawing.
And I do believe that this is now the highlight of my life.
Blood was oozing out of my hand and I was face down in the technician's labcoat. Pushing myself up, thoughts racing, covered in shame and sweat...but looking damn fine in my interview ensemble!
My 9 AM interview went really well and I want this job so badly I can taste it. Per my recruiter, I am currently the top candidate, they want me to hold tight and will get back to me next week. It is the big time. Fo sho.
Family is still in town and I love them more than life itself but they are KILLING me. I am being pulled in so many directions right now. Being "on" all the time is completely wiping me out.
Tomorrow I have a dance competition. I am unprepared and unenthusiastic. I think it will be a cakewalk compared to the rest of my life at the moment though. Let me get through the next week and I think I'll be able to make it.
I can smell the beach from here... =) 8 days 8 days 8 days