"Let me tell you why I suck as a salesman. Let's say I go into some guys office. Let's say he's even remotely interested in buying something. Well I get all excited. I'm like Jo Jo the idiot circus boy with a pretty new pet. The pet is my possible sale. How I love my pet. So I pet it and I stroke it and I massage it. I love it. I love my little naughty pet. You're naughty! And then I take my naughty pet and I go gszdkgs gszdkgs. OHHH! I killed it!! I killed my sale!" 

This week has been an interesting one of private reflection. One of which is my current job situation. I need more work. Bath and Body works isnt giving me the time of day most of the time, which is sad considering that I was freaking amazing. I keep sending out my resumé to the world, only to have it knocked down and disregarded. I know its a hard time. You don't need to preach it to me. It doesnt mean that I am not super ticked about the situation. However... Providence looked down on me this week. Shannon, my boss @ BBW called me and asked if I wanted to work Wednesday/Thursday at Arizona Mills Mall. I knew it would be a bit of a distance but I jumped at the chance of SOMETHING. Yesterday (W) I worked from 6-11 and today (TH) from 7-330. It was long, it was intense, but it was GOOD. I came home tonight and CRASHED for about 45 minutes after soaking my feet cause they were SORE. It was the best exhaustion I could ask for. 

Some things are being put into consideration- and the future is looking brighter, although I still am looking for more work. I applied at Mesa High a little bit ago. Hopefully they will check out my stuff and realize that I am one rockin cool chick that would both be effective AND highly entertaining. If only they knew. 

I think I need to make a sign proclaiming my amazing-ness. Do you think they would accept that as a good omen? :)