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I went in for my interview today at two, like I told you. I got in there about ten minutes early, but the girl who was interviewing before me was still sitting at the table with the manager, so I went and had a seat in the corner, like another woman told me.

I’d say it was probably a little after two when she finished with the other girl and came over to talk to me. Honestly, now that I think back on the interview, I don’t remember all that much (I get stressed out and I don’t always remember details later). I do remember that I will be working about twenty hours a week, most likely afternoons and early evenings, and that she doesn’t have any problems with me not working on Shabbat. I’ll be going in Thursday with regulation pants and shoes and getting a Braum’s shirt and starting my training!

GUYS! I have a job!

Not much to post today…

I have an interview at Braums on Monday at two. Pray for me, guys, I really need this job! A job! Any job!

I uploaded a couple of hard-to-find dance songs the other day, so I’ll go ahead and post the links here as well, in case you’re not on Camp Yeshua Forums:

• Rokdim
• Kaparoche
• Salaam
• Meshiach

In the near future, maybe I’ll put up steps to some of the old favorites. I get a lot of people asking me, “what are the steps to Chabibi?” and “how do you do Kaparoche again?”

So just keep me in your prayers on Monday. Please.

Some of you may have heard this and some of you may not have, but about two weeks ago, Tia (my one-year-old cat) had… one kitten. Seriously, we thought she was going to have more than that, but there’s only one. He (or she?) is TOO CUTE. He’s almost two weeks old now, and is currently residing under my bed. As soon as I get batteries for my camera, I’ll take a picture. He’s dark grey tiger stripes and his eyes are open now.

“We are not keeping it,” says Dad.

“Sure, Dad. That’s what you said about Chloe.” Chloe was going to be given away. We’ve had her for years now and she totally believes that she is Dad’s rightful wife.

Said kitten proceeds to snuggle up in Dad’s beard.

So really, there’s not much chance that we’re keeping him (or her)… I guess I can only hope and be delusional, as usual.