Jam packed 24 hours

   My first interview was last night at an old folks restaurant. The staff was very personable and friendly which is always a good first sign to me. A man in his mid forties interviewed me and he reminded me of a friend's dad. Not any friend in particular, just a man who is definitely a silly dad but never YOUR silly dad. He told me multiple stories and I knew he just wanted me to laugh, which I did, because he was very sweet. He said that even though I don't have any waitressing experience, he was willing to hire me based on my personality alone. "You aren't going to make a fortune here. It's only three nights a week and its the same people every week. But if you get to know them, you can make good money." He told me to really think about if I wanted the job. "Don't call me for 24 hours. I don't want to hear you one minute before 24 hours is up." Mostly likely, I will take this job as a second job. It definitely won't be my only one but I feel like I should accept any job that I'm offered.

   I just got back from my second interview. And I better get offered this job because it was a huge hassle to get to the building. First, I'm a very nervous driver. That is no secret. I wouldn't necessarily consider myself a "bad" driver. I'm careful and conscious of the other cars... but when I get flustered that all goes out the driver's side, half stuck open window. So I decided to leave an hour early to find this place since I'm not familiar with the town. I plugged the address into my GPS and was on my way. It was raining which always puts me on edge, but just as I got to a part of town I am not at all familiar with, it began to pour. My windshield wipers were on full speed. I could still only see about 15 feet in front of me which led me to have to come to almost a complete stop to read street signs. The rain was pounding so hard that it made the GPS voice inaudible so I had to keep putting it up against my ear to hear the next directions.
   
    Thankfully, I arrived in one piece. And even had enough time to eat lunch at Panara Bread (yum!). This was also a first experience of eating alone in a restaurant (not counting the dorm cafeteria, and lets face it, who ever counts the dorm cafeteria?). It wasn't as awkward as I expected it to be but then again, I was still shaking from the drive over there. I had to take an anti-anxiety pill to make my hands stop shaking just so I could get the soup spoon in my mouth.

   As I found the building and walked "downstairs and to the left" as directed, I could already tell this was going to be sketch. "Suite B" was written on a printed out piece of computer paper and taped against the glass door. Fancy. The "office" was a mess with two desks, a broken chair, and phone books on the floor. There weren't even any cheap hotel paintings on the wall. Nothing was on the walls. And when I realized the only people in this basement "suite" was me and one other man who was about three times my size I thought, "This is it. This is how I'm gonna die. At least I told my roommates I was going to an interview so they'll be looking for me eventually."

   Of course, I shouldn't judge a book by its cover. The guy was very nice despite not being dressed up and the eyebrow ring. He was quite professional and explained that they had just moved into the building which is why nothing looked organized and no one else was in the office yet. That is why they were hiring! The company sells carpet cleaning equipment and my job could consist of showing prospective clients how the machines work (haha, not likely. I can't even plug in a DVD player correctly) or setting appointments for clients who are interested in buying the machines. Obviously, if I am offered the position it would be to set appointments. It sounds super boring but again, beggars can't be choosers.

   He is going to call me back later today after a couple more people see my application to let me know if they would like to hire me. I will probably take the job but if I get a better offer somewhere else, I will mostly likely quit in a heartbeat. I turned in another application today and plan on calling one more business.

   On another note, I tried berry shisha from a hookah last night. I had seen and heard of them before but never actually done it. So MommaJ, BoyCrazy, and one of her friends and I sat outside in the muggy spring evening and chatted. I hope this is just the first of many relaxing evenings to come.