Alright, the countdown grows serious and the sweat rises to
the surface of my forehead. I crouch down, touching the ground with my
fingertips at either side of my bent leg, my other stretched behind me ready to
propel me forward. The time to baton down the hatches has arrived. So here’s
the totally weird part. Get ready.
Because I have a class A CDL (Commercial Drivers License,
but my trainer looked a lot different. His cleavage wasn’t
hairless.) I earned it a long time ago, and it’s a real pain in the ass to
regain if I let it go, I went ahead and renewed it—sort of a fallback. Okay, more than that. Insecurity. I didn’t know if I’d be able to find my
passion position in writing. But then I did it!
I sent my
resume and received a response asking for a sample spiel for a commercial.
Because I was having so much fun with writing, I sent three. I figured, what
the hey! If they liked it they might read the next and decide they want more.
After sending them, I received a call from a lovely girl for an interview, whom I will not name for her own preservation. I’m totally
psyched! I’m so psyched out I looked up the company on the Internet to take
notes, but got so caught up I forgot to write a lot down. Their chef is extraordinary and so is the gal I spoke with. It will be a travesty if, after
all my note taking and video watching, I don’t get the position. They’re
advocates of natural food and families. And the best part? It’s located in
American Fork, so we can relocate back to Draper. Yeah! Go Team!
We spent a portion of yesterday watching movies. I watched Wit with Emma Thompson
and was reintroduced to the Charles Dickens Christmas Carol with
a sprinkle of realism tossed in—oh yeah, and without the happy ending. Okay, a
shower of realism. The show was a serious reality check with the manners hospital care
workers typically display, but I believe the artist’s message was that in a
hospital intelligence of the patience doesn’t matter, it’s all about the money.
She was focused on intelligence instead of humanity, so her time in the
hospital was spent without visitors. Locke, starring Tom
Hardy was horrible! I don’t understand how it could have received a four-star
rating. The first 25 minutes was spent in his car talking on the phone. That’s
as far as I made it before I couldn’t take it any more.
Now my son has me participating in a computer game, online,
entitled Karaoke Party.
It’s pretty fun, but I stink fairly bad. I got second place on Guns ‘n Roses Paradise City, so I can’t complain.
My neighbors' opinion will probably differ, but being who they are, I'm sure they deserve it.
Weird? Yeah, the neighbors and my kids would agree with you
there, and maybe my new employers, but they’ll have to get to know me first.
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