It's gonna happen. Happen sometime!

You guys--something exciting has happened. I applied on a whim to the Naval Library in Quantico--you know, where Agent Gibbs works. Well, I got an email today. Guess who made it into the final round of application eliminations! That would be me. So in a token "DO NOT REPLY TO THIS EMAIL OR WE WILL BLACKLIST YOU AND ALSO SHRED YOUR APPLICATION AND REMOVE YOUR IDENTITY FROM SOCIAL SECURITY BECAUSE WE CAN DO THAT" email, I was informed that after a final review of applications, I might be asked for an interview-- ("THIS IS NOT A JOB OFFER"). Honestly, with all of those capitals, how am I supposed to know where the important parts are?

So, here's hoping. DC would be--I can't bear to count chickens, you guys, but suffice it to say that this may be what I have been waiting for. Here is hoping. I find myself praying about it every spare moment. For instance, right now at work, while I am writing this blog entry, I find myself stopping typing mid-sentence as I become overwhelmed with what is undeniably the most hope I have allowed myself to feel in quite a long time--and then I pray.

In other news, I was reading an article on CNN Money about why people hate their jobs now more than ever...and they interviewed this guy who works 80 hour weeks and hasn't gotten a raise in 2 years and was taking an offer with hirer salary and less hours. Smart! He decided to write a ginormous letter of resignation detailing what a shitty position he had...and the columnist said(paraphrasing) "yeah, don't do that. Ever. Bad life choice." Apparently, they can consider that to be your date of leaving instead of giving a 2 weeks and screw you out of vacation pay out and benefits. Yikes.

Oh, and yeah. Read this. I feel like Moi might actually be good at it...

More laters, but for now, it feels like maybe this time I'll win.