2006-03-09
- 4:27 p.m. I went for an interview yesterday. It's for a position with the state working in a detention center for females from 13-18. The interview went really well. The guy seemed fairly... ah... positive about things. I was asking the right questions, giving the right answers, so he said. I should know by... well, tomorrow, I guess, about things. And tomorrow I have another interview, at another detention center, but for males.
She keeps cooking for me and insisting that I need to be taken care of and I was coughing a lot last night, after we dropped her best friend off, and so she stopped to get me a drink, even though I told her I was fine and could make it. She stopped to take care of me. And I'm really not used to it, but it's really really nice. |