You thought I'd be weak without you but I'm stronger.
You thought I'd be broke without you but I'm richer.
You thought I'd be sad without you, I laugh harder.
You thought I wouldn't grow without you, but I'm wiser.
You thought I'd be helpless without you, but I'm smarter.
You thought that I'd be stressed without you, I'm chillin'.
I'm wishing you the best, pray that you are blessed
Much success, no stress, and lots of happiness.
I'm not going to blast you on the radio,
I'm better than that.
I'm not going to lie about you,
I'm better than that.
I'm not going to slam you on the internet,
Because my mother taught me better than that.
Second interview went well. Met the store manager, no big deal seeing as I already know her. She's the mother of someone who used to be in my team. And she remembered how I would write positive little notes on their rosters before I posted them out, and how I would have fun with the team and how I was hard but fair, and how I would write them little newsletters to encourage them. The interview only took twenty minutes and was mostly just about any questions they didn't ask last time.
I'll know by Wednesday.
They're meeting the other one next week. So it's all about sitting and waiting. Not my strong point. I want it to be Wednesday NOW!
Also so I can begin to make plans. If I get the job I won't be heading off overseas as soon as I thought. If I don't get it, I'll be going. Maybe sooner than I thought. And that leaves the problem of the boyfriend. He isn't ready to go that soon. I want to live my own life, and not be tied to what someone else wants...but I really do like him.
I think it's because I've spent so long not having to worry about what another person wants, and all of a sudden I need to be mindful of someone else. I't s hard for me. Especially having someone around me for such long periods. Maybe for anyone else, it wouldn't be a long time, but for me it seems like forever, and I treasure the little pockets of time when he's gone to the gym or gone home for something.
I'm a terrible person.
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