No longer unemployed.

I’ve finally got a job.
Odd, isn’t it?
I had saw an ad for the local Petro-Can (gas station), and decided that it wouldn’t hurt to drop in a resume. So I go in, and the cashier guy tells me that I need to fill out an application. As I’m filling it out, the guy comments on the pendant stone on my necklace (I love the thing to death, my boyfriend got it for me a while back), and then goes to get the manager. So the manager come down and asks me a few questions. (You know, the generic: How old are you? Are you still going to be in school? What hours are you looking for? How close do you live/ do you have transportation?) you know that basic stuff. So, I answer her questions, and then finish filling out the application.

She takes a half-a-second look at it, and looks back at me, saying, “What are you doing this weekend?” I tell her I’m not doing anything, and she tells me I’ve got the job.

Hopefully that’ll help me feel better, considering I had a horrible morning. I just kept crying, asking myself over and over how I let myself get to this point. I used to be so outgoing, so full of life. I used to be full of ambitions, and goals, and dreams. But where I am now I’m having a hard time caring much about anything. I talked about it with my boyfriend, and he suggested I take up group therapy again. I might think about it, it might be better up here than it was back in the valley.

I’m really failing at writing meaningful entries.