Double Edged Sword
Yesterday, I went to Fry's (an electronics store) and applied for a position. Considering how the recent rash of apply-ings have been, I didn't really expect to hear anything for at least a week. Nonetheless, I've kept my phone with me at all times, hoping, just hoping that they'd call.

Imagine my surprise when my phone registered their number as a missed call early this morning.

In a panic, I called them back; the gentleman I spoke to was pleasant and asked to see me on Monday for an interview. "Dress as if you're going to work," he said. I have seen the workers in white button up shirts and slacks or (for the ladies) dark skirts. Tomorrow I will go shopping and have the same.

The tiny problem was that I ran across the nearly empty store (we hadn't opened yet), nearly bursting with happiness. Amada, our bartender, quietly giggled at me and George glared in a sore manager way. I quickly apologized to him for my brash outburst and he said it was fine, but would not refrain from teasing me mercilessly for the rest of the day. Considering all the other times he's acted this way, I'm not taking it seriously. When Calvin heard, he too teased me meanly, doing his best to persuade me away from going to Fry's (I actually read that as "persuading me not to leave Chili's").

I see what's going on here--they're trying to guilt me into staying. Quite frankly, I'm not buying it; I refuse to lose any more money. Assuming Fry's hires me, this'll be a break into full-timing it, if nothing else. Plus, I'm just tired of all the crap that's going on at my store.

So, a follow-up call less than 24 hours after I applied: good for me, bad for them. If God wants me there, then I will go. Employment-wise, I've been feeling a lot better about myself than I have in a while.

Expect the worst, hope for the best.
(But I still want out of Chili's...)