Not counting chickens.

Seven A.M.

Thursday.

I survived the three hardest days of my crazy week.

10 hours of working.

Two jobs.

Have I told you what they are?

1. Filling in for Kyle's now-gone office manager at Willie T's.

2. Full time, temp. cashier at the local Community College bookstore.

It's 10 hours standing.

My feet have been so sore.

My legs too.

The first two days I wore terrible shoes.

I didn't have anything else.

I don't typically wear closed-toe shoes.

Especially not closed-toe flats that have to look good with a skirt.

Mine were cute, but useless for that long.

So I bought new shoes the other night.

And gel cushions.

It helped.

Sure, it cost me a good chunk of my yet-unearned cash.

But it prevented me from quitting due to pain and agony.

It's worth it.

Today I'm only working 6 hours.

4 tomorrow.

5 on Saturday.

Back to crazy days on Monday and Tuesday.

And then I might have to take next Wednesday off.

I got it approved.

I just have to secure my plans now.

I'll be in Austin.

For an interview.

Did you catch that?

For an INTERVIEW.

For a real job.

A professional job.

I'm not going to tell y'all who it's with yet.

Not until I know a little more.

I'm trying not to count my chickens.

I want to.

I want this to be the one.

The one that renders all the rest of my inquiries irrelevant.

But maybe it won't be.

We'll see.

I'll keep you posted.

Much love from Tejas,

CtotheJo