i meet with the punk kid administrator (poor guy - we all know we have to be respectful, but at the same time none of us can look over the fact that he looks like he's 17) tomorrow morning at 9:45 to apply for my job. i want it to go well, because i need a job, and i think i'll like this one, and it's so convenient being so close to my house. but i also truly don't care. if i don't get the job, i'll have the summer to bum and i can start school for something in the fall - maybe medical records, maybe paralegalness, maybe plumbing, who knows? if nothing else, this brief time in this job has let me know that i could like it if i went to school for it, and it got me out of the kitchen, where i would be sure to be stuck if i were there now in this transition. so that's my prayer request - that it will go one way or the other. :)