I wish it would rain so the ferns could wake up. I absolutly love the ferns that grow on all the trees near our house. It’s like the trees are wearing a beautiful shawl, draped in a deeper shade of green.

It’s gray outside. The weather is slightly cool. It’s a good day to work in the yard, but at the moment, I don’t have a proper yard.
I headed home for lunch, got to the house, got off the scoot, and realized that my keys were still in my messenger bag, which was sitting on my desk. Thank god I had money to run to Publix, otherwise I would be starving to death….
okay…not to death, but I’d turn into a real bitch … okay…. more of a bitch than normal.

I have a shitload of stuff to get done this weekend, so I think i am going to work on my story for autobio here at work. No one is here anyway!

The interview with Rollins went well, I think. I got a little excited. I turn into a babble-face when I get excited. The gentleman seemed espically interested in my Borders career. I didn’t tell him that I walked out, but we didn’t really get that far with the past jobs anyway. So I am really hopeful, crossing my fingers, toes, eyes, arms, and what ever else I can to get that job. I will find out on Monday whether or not I come in next week for an in person interview. Wish me luck.