Told ya there's a God
I went to Sunday School today for the first time in...well, a long time. It's never seemed like that big a deal as of late, but Pastor was talking about prayer, so, intrigued, I woke up early today. And incidentally, stayed late for the free lunch.

And met my potential boss' wife.

Small world, eh?

I kid you not. It turns out that the father of one of the families that attends my church is an assistant manager at Fry's. And despite what Calvin and George are carrying on about, Fry's does not start you off at pitiful minimum wage. (Shame on those two--they were playing dirty yesterday; that sorta ruins my respect for them.)

People keep adding on that to be called back so soon is a big deal, and the wife agrees (the husband was at work today). VERY good sign.

...and Mom still feels that I should wait at least two months before I move out. Yeah, I see the logical side of it, but I've been waiting six freakin' months to move out. I need ooooooooouuuuttt!

I'm nervous, excited (and a little sad for my Chili's, but also a bit agitated as to how best get away from them amicably if and when the time comes). I've been on edge since yesterday morning. I also kept waking up every few hours last night (and had exceptional pleasant dreams about all my loved ones, yay! Mostly of the "wishing you well and hope this'll help you on your way" sort of thing. I've never had a dream like that. O_o).

I seriously hope and pray this all works out for the best. I keep reminding myself that Fry's hasn't hired me yet.

*fidget, fidget*