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Saturday, January 17, 2004

I'm realizing that life is sorta scary sometimes. I feel brand new right now. I walked across a stage to receive a piece of paper that should have been reassuring to me. Instead I have found out that piece of paper is really just a document telling you 'congratulations, now that you've completed this grueling process, you're fully prepared to take the next step into realizing you really don't know a thing about life.' It's all so scary and exciting at the same time. I'm so ready to take that next step, to start my career, but I'm so scared. What if I can't do it? What if I can do it in class, but I can't on the job? What if I'm really not as smart as I think I am? All of these what ifs torment me, but at the same time they motivate me to do my best.
Last night I got my first job offer. I'm PRAYING that it works out. SO please pray for me. I'd be a mudlogger, which believe it or not, was exactly where I wanted to get started. The best part of the story though is how I got hooked up with this.
We're at Triggers, Jess runs over to tell me that these men at the end of the bar own the Rose Ranch, which is a pretty big deal around here. She says they are Geologists and that she's been talking me up to them. So I go over to meet them and they start asking me some questions. I know a bar isn't exactly the greatest place for an interview right? They got my name and number, gave me their card and asked me to fax my resume Monday!!!!!!! So PLEASE cross your fingers that this is going to work out for me. I really want this.

♥Oh, so vintage... 10:21 AM


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