Two Hours 'til Takeoff

My hair looks like shit today. It always does when it matters the most. I've been trying to get it to curl the past couple days - it's getting there but no where near the pre-disastrous November chop. I'm just getting sick of it and wish it would grow out and stop being a pain in my ass. Argh.

I asked Dee to be my third reference last night. I forgot about it until we were almost punched out. She said she'd do it. I felt weird saying how the position is for a weekend manager spot. She gave me kind of a strange look when I said that. The third assistant managment position has been open at the store since Cari left a couple months ago. But there is a difference between interviewing for a job for which I could really care about, one that would be an outstanding foot in the door, and one that would just be a job and a benefit provider. I want a job that I can enjoy, not one (or two or three) that fills my blogger with endless bitching about my impatience with society's ignorance.

All I need to think about is an email I recieved from the director the museum where I interned a year ago. The highlights included the following:
Please give my name as reference. I just know you will get the job. The president of their guild is here tonight and I will let her know to spread the word that you come highly recommended.

Deep breathing, keeping that email on the front of my mind, and confidence are my focuses today. With that, I can't go wrong. Even my horoscope said something about envisioning success. Guess it's in the stars!

Wish me luck.