Pebbles becoming Stones

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I haven't written in here in a long long time, so let me catch up. I just had an interview today to move from my current lot attendant position at Home Depot (God that sounds bad) to the paint department inside. It would be nice to be able to get this advancement, if only for feeling like I'm actually getting some where with that job. Terri had her interview today with a Web Design and Development studio. I have all my fingers and toes crossed for her because I know how hard she works and I know that she really deserves that job. My Dad is still in Afganistan and he writes prose almost every night and emails it to the family. It's funny because I think I've gotten to know him more now that he's on the other side of the planet. Even though his writings may be out of boredom or lack of any other way to vent, they still hit hard and everytime I read one of them I feel it in my throat and it heads north and escapes in the form of tears. He is a beautiful writer and I only wish that I had realized this before now. I miss him.
Even so, I am extremely excited to hear from Terri as soon as she calls about her interview. So now I will wait by the phone.