Update on life

So I definitely didn't end up getting the job on Thursday, since my schedule is so screwy, and the proprietor of the cafe needs someone who can work during the day next semester. Recap: I have school. High school. I am not allowed to EVER skip classes, nor would I choose to (not even for a wonderful job with sexy customers). So I resigned myself to the fact that I will never be able to work since Westridge is on a 6-day schedule which lightens my workload and destroys all prospects of a job. But when I showed up for the Italian conversation group on Saturday, the proprietor (we'll call him Bob) not only remembered my name (always a plus in a future boss), but said, "I want you to be able to work here, so why don't you email me your schedule and we'll try to work around it?"

No way! I should mention that I had a dream that basically went EXACTLY LIKE THAT on Thursday night, after coming home bleeding and rejected from the un-job. So obviously I am prophetic, and even more obviously, I am extremely lucky! So I might (fingers crossed very very much!) start on Tuesday, though we've already had a bit of a scheduling bump.... Bob asked me to come in at 2:30, which is exactly 35 minutes before my AP Biology class ends, so I emailed him back politely asking if I could please come in at 3:15 instead. So, vediamo, we'll see, I could actually just maybe have a job! And money to travel. And to buy a new pair of shoes....

But most importantly, LIFE OUTSIDE OF WESTRIDGE! Though I am glad to say that, having been away from Westridge for a year, I have a lot more appreciation for it than I did before leaving for Italy. It's a great school, a bubble admittedly, but a great school. But that doesn't keep me from being very delighted to find little social circles outside it. My Italian group, for instance, is marvelous - all the other members are much older, but they're so parent-like to me! I absolutely adore all of them, because they always ask how my college apps are going and what I did last week and would I like a cookie?

So, fingers crossed for a job!

Labels: Italy

posted by Holly @ 9:13 PM