nervous

I'm going for a job interview today.

I'm really only looking for a day or two a week.

We have to see if I can handle it.

As my doc said, "Let's see if it doesn't kill you."

I'm sorta nervous.

Mostly because I say silly things when I'm nervous.

Put an interview for a job in the mix of nervous, and anything could come out of my mouth.

Last two interviews were cut short.

One, because I was not able to lift more than 20 lbs.

The other, because she immediately berated me because my animal experience wasn't on the résumé.

Yeah.

I figured non-traditional training wasn't right to put on there.

However, in the crankiest way possible, she told me so.

Anyway, this job is with small and exotic animals.

I know I can pick those up on a good day.

I think they should just hire me to be the door greeter for all the animals like they do at Wal-Mart.

I'm good at greeting.

Animals like me.

People on the other hand?

It's hit or miss.

I'm one of those that you either love or hate.

I'm cool with it, because the people who love me, love me greatly!

None-the-less, I'm nervous.

I still hope they love me.

I can't think of a better day job than to be surrounded by fuzzy, scaly or feathered critters of love.

Except those creepy crawly ones.

I don't want to be in the building when someone brings their pet tarantula in for a check up.

... shudders ...

However, I gotta run now.

My coffee isn't finished like it usually is before my blob/blab.

It's a tragic way to start the day.

to be beautiful means to be yourself.  you don't need to be accepted by others, you need to accept yourself ~ Thich Nhat Hanh