Something a bit positive, perhaps un-needed to tell but that's how these things go.

This week's been a whirlwind for me, every day a new worry and every day something needing to be done. Which is fine, I enjoy being busy and having set schedules for things it calms my 'supposed' ADD.

The medication my psychiatrist gave me seems to be working, but with this week's stress not as well as it could be. The ovarian cyst is gone completely. Wednesday I received a call from the local coffee chain, Community Coffee House (CC's sells coffee all over the US but they only have stores here in Louisiana where it originates) for a job interview in the morning seeing as it's almost midnight on a Thursday right now. It's not exactly the job I want, but at this point I'd take what I can get.

Today my mom had the bright idea to bring trick-or-treat candy to the Assistant Manager and Manager of Build-A-Bear, the place I've been waiting to hear about an interview with and the place I want to work at so badly. The assist. manager tells me he tried calling me yesterday but got bad reception (Thank you, AT&T) and I'm scheduled for an interview Sunday morning. It's a group interview, I have no idea how those work, but I'm hoping they call with something before CC's does.

I told Hattie Wednesday about the interview with CCs via text but never got a reply. Tonight as I was going to bed (I hoped to go early since I need to be up at 6 am, no avail) my phone beeped with a message, telling me 'congrats'. So I texted back with 'by the way I have another Sunday'. He sent back a 'damn girl, lol' and surprisingly my phone rang with his ringtone. Despite being busy (I could literally hear the crowds on his end) he wanted to congratulate me 'in person' and wish me luck on the interviews since he knew how hard I'd been trying to find a job. It's basically step one in my plans to be with him; get a job. Step two is earning the money for either a car or the move, which may take some time if I'm part time and working for $7.50 an hour or whatever my wages may be. But, I'll do it and know he'll help me in any way he can.

So Step One, you're up. Grab that bat, spit out your gum, and step up to the plate. Batter up.