Some of you have heard me say I'm not really permitted to blog [details] these days. But there are so many fun things to report. So until my book is published, I'll have to share pleasantries and bon mots in this abbreviated, limited format.
Today's hilarious episode starts with an email.
I've been anxiously trying to secure a PT job at Whole Foods Market. Given my highly decorated days as a PathMark cashier in the 80's (high school, people)...they awarded us pins, "flare", in recognition of speedy service to decorate your apron. I had BLING. I mean people would stand in queue for me to wait on them! (Ha. Did you get that?)
And my most recent, impressive title as Cafeteria Manager (read: lunch lady) at our little school, I boastfully counted myself a shoe in.
Until a few days ago.
"Dear Cashier Applicant,
Thank you for applying to Whole Foods Market........we're going to go with a more qualified applicant..."
Huh? No interview? No phone call? How am I supposed to dazzle you with my charming disposition over the interwebs?
Something's wrong here.
I blame Russia.
What could it have been? Ya know, I was probably going up against a career cashier with faster, more accurate double-bagging skills.
But I knew I wasn't going to worry. God had another plan.
Today I got a text. This is exactly how it went down.
(MY FRIEND IS M:
I'LL BE S:)
M: How long is your plumbing gig? We need a temp summer receptionist (full time)
S: Whaaaat? Woah. It ends this Fri. What happened to your girl?
M: Are you interested?
S: Sure!
M: You're hired!
That was the BEST INTERVIEW I NEVER HAD. I didn't even have to brush my teeth.
I will tell everyone I know (and don't know yet) of God's great love for His children. And how He is keeping His promises to take care of me.
