Christians came knocking on my door this morning at 9:30... Unfortunately the TV was on so they knew I was home. I'm usually not awake this early because of my trouble with sleeping at night. Sometimes I want to put a sign on the front lawn that says "The man of the house is a man of God, he ministers at the big church right behind this house."
Even when I say things like "my husband is a youth pastor", they continue on, talking about God to make sure I'm saved, or talk about going to their church. Honestly? I'm sorry, but I really don't want to talk about God with strangers in my pajamas on the front porch in 50 degree weather, and I don't know you enough to invite you in my house. Not to mention the fact that I attend my husband's church and I support your cause but need to support my husband, like it says in the Bible.
I'm a little crabby this morning. I was woken up at the crack of dawn by a kitten, and after we opened all the windows and set up a fan and slept with a sheet to fight the 80 degree house last night, I was freezing cold. Then, as soon as I was able to fall back asleep after getting the kitten to settle, his phone rang and woke me up. "The AC guy is there, he needs to come in." Well that's good news. Except he was here for literally 2 minutes and left, to check something that the contractor he's been talking to should have known the answer to... At that point, I couldn't go back to sleep.
I have an 'interview' at 2 o'clock today for a job, finally. My first interview in... uh... well 8 months, but in reality, 3 years. I'm nervous I admit, and I'm not sure how it's going to go.
I put quotes around interview because the first words out of the owner's mouth was "We really don't have any positions open but I'd like to learn more about your skill set."
Now the other part of me that gets nervous about this is the fact that he wants me to meet him at his house... It's a Southern thing, I guess.
But when a girl like me, who has dealt with neighbors and classmates forcing me into situations I didn't want to be in, I'm not trusting. When I hear "learn more about you skill set, meet me at my house" my mind wanders into what kind of skills would be best observed within the walls of a private residence.
I hate thinking like that. What I hate more is that if that really happens, I'll feel so stupid.
The man owns several newspapers, and after emailing one of his editors my resume, and her rejecting me about 3 months ago, I contacted her again and she forwarded my email to the publisher.
I'm really hoping something good comes of it. The next few hours I'm going to do my girly things, and get my portfolio ready, and read up about how to nail an interview without sounding desperate.... because I am... I got my loans deferred. The payments will be about $400-500 a month for the next 20-30 years, which is terrifying. I really wish there was an option for me to get them forgiven.
Someone, eventually, has to see I'm a good person, even just "good enough" would be, well, good enough. *sigh*
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