Fricking SWEET

HOLY SHIZNICKLE SHITTIES!!!!!!!!!!!

*runs around apartment like a madwoman laughing and screaming and dancing*

Ok..Must..Breathe..

Here's the jist of the events that have just taken place at Twenty Twelve Van Evera Avenue Apartment Number One. I've been searching online for jobs that fit my career objectives, etc. I recently found four that I wanted to apply for.

I set out on my way to prepare my resume and cover letters. I slaved away this entire afternoon on the finishing touches on my cover lettter while recieving tremendous support from Melissa. (You've been so supportive!)

Then came the moment of truth. I started sending each e-mail. I proofread each one at least 10 times. I clicked send. I felt pretty damn satisfied with my work.

As I sat here on the lovely green couch with the sag from my ass, my phone begins to ring.

"Hello, this is Nora from _________"

I almost swallowed my own tongue. My pants were a bit wet after peeing everywhere. Ok, ok, I didn't pee my pants. But I was close.

Kids, I have an interview on March 7th for a nationally known finance company. The headquarters are in Milwaukee and the main branch for this area is in Appleton, where I will be interviewing. The position itself is in Marquette.

It will be fricking perfect. I know that I don't have the job yet, but I can dream can't I? I will have to live here for a few years and then be able to move about the company which has offices all across the U.S. I'll be able to stay with Dusty until he graduates. I'll be able to ski every weekend. I'll be able to make a career. My name will be on a fricking sign for crissakes!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Please excuse me while I hyperventilate some more.