God I hope I get it, I hope I get it.

Well well well.

It’s been a long interesting week of lying to work, telling the truth to John, and dying, absolutely DYING for a job I interviewed for this week.

I had two interviews, one was a good job. A good solid job with what seemed to be, 3 weird funny ladies doing lots of paper pushing. Good pay, good benefits, a really GOOD job.

The other one is a job that for the first time I actually WANT. I want it. I want it so bad I can taste it.

But we know how this goes don’t we? I find this job search thing very familiar. It’s quite reminiscent of trying to find a man you like as well. You meet one, you kinda like him, he’s a good man, you have hope that he likes you too and BAM, you find out you were completely wrong and that he went with someone else.

Then you meet one you REALLY like, and you know you shouldn’t get your hopes up, cause this is something you really really want. And you try so hard to not get excited, not wonder what it would be like, not think that this is perfect.

But it is, and you know it. You’re just not sure if they know it.

So I’m holding my breath, at least until Labor Day, hoping against hope that this boy/job knows that they are the one for me.

Let’s also just say that I’m much more comfortable looking for a job than a man.

John is exquisite and he is the perfect one for me.

Viva La Juan. Nuff said.