Words, lots of words.

So...I have an interview tomorrow.

Yes, I have the petco job- but I haven't started yet...and already they have dicked me around a bit. When I asked if I would be compensated for my mandatory travel to Vegas for class (11 days total = about 2,800 miles) the manager said, "Uhm, we don't really do that here."

Don't really do that? Hah. Nice.

Well, the interview is for the brand new Barnes and Noble going into the mall. The position? Music manager.

Ya, I said manager.

The call today from Danielle (the interviewer for B&N) totally caught me offguard. I set up a resume online through yahoo and NEVER expected anything to come from it. I only listed two jobs, one of which was Disney.

I don't have management experience (as far as the "label" goes) but I do have over two years of training experience.

Maybe they are just desperate ::chuckle::.

My interview is tomorrow evening and hopefully it will go well. I liked the woman on the phone. She laughed at one of my jokes (which for some reason most people don't get- I'm relatively dry).

At Petco I would be dog training, but from hearsay and personal experience their "company" isn't the best to work for. I miss Petsmart.

B&N would be cool. New music. New books. New faces. New store.

...aaaand.... the potential of being a manager!! It's sort of been (OK has desperately been) my desire to be in a leadership position. Kind of sad, I'm sure...but it has always seemed like I have been cheated from it in all my old jobs.

I have had to grow up a bit- and I used to be really power hungry. Now, since RRPR, I have learned a great deal about proper leadership and skills.

It's been a recent practice for me not to get my hopes up. I have been trying so hard to remain neutral about buying a house, getting a new job, and selling on etsy.

I am generally NOT a neutral person so it has taken a bit of effort. I am crossing my fingers for tomorrow. It's not dog training, but it's also not Petco- heh.

In other news------
I can do medium on guitar hero now. I am so proud. It might sound a bit lame to some, but it's quite a feat for me. :)

Also, Trevor. Trevor, Trevor, Trevor.

I don't even know where to start. Since I have been staying at home with him again I have been able to witness miracles.

He is smart. Duh. Some things, though...are a bit on the creepy side (and the "I hope that was just coincidence" side). Not that I am hoping my kid is stupid, but seriously... when he looks up at a word (in this case BOODA), points directly to the "A" and says "aaaaaaaye", it makes your skin crawl. In a good way.

His comprehension is off the charts. I must admit I haven't been exposed to all too many kids his age, but the ones I have come across don't...err...seem to be on his level. I hate sounding like I am putting my child on a pedistal, but I am proud.

You should see the way he plays piano. It's quite powerful.

Or how he puts a chicken strip with the other chicken strips after his Mom put it on top of the fries. Then he shoots the look like, "chicken goes with chicken."

Or colors. Or draws. Or for that matter- the way he holds a crayon or pencil.

Oh my child. Oh my wonderful child.

My one wish for him (although there are many, this is my highest for now)- I hope he is a genuinely good person and uses his intelligence to help.

We will guide him the best we can, tell him truths, love him as much as we can, support him, and teach him.

I am sure there is more we will do for him--for now though, he knows we are here for him.
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More random shtuff:

The parade of homes was pretty neat. I didn't like having to take my shoes off in each house (next year I will be more prepared), and practically ripping my son open with the metal part on my lanyard- but all in all it was a fantastic time.

It made me really want a theater room, a pool, and oh...wait...my own house...

Chelsea and Joel are great people. They truly are.

Trevor danced on a stage too :) He is so darned cute.

We had dinner at Olive Garden after, and it was pretty good. I am glad Nathan got to come, even though he was practically a zombie he had a nice time. Oh I love my zombie.

Well.....who really wants to keep reading all this jibber jabber? It's time for moi to play some GH3.