The Interview.

I awoke this morning to a phone call at about 0900. "Is this Adrienne?" I confirmed. On the other end of the line was Sophia from Active Life.. a potential employer. Having just woken up I did my best to be attentive and sound so as well. She explained that Christa (friend from Concentra) had given her my resume and she wanted to bring me in for an interview. "I'm available anytime, just tell me when and I'll be there." I told her. We scheduled for 1630.

I got up, got a phone call from Juan, who asks me if i can come up and help with the kids. I agree... get dressed, gather interview clothes, books to study and my computer, and proceed up to his place.

When i arrive, Juan locks himself in his room to sleep. I pull out my books to study but Aiden (my 22-month-old son) insists on laying directly on the book, to win my attention. And he does.
I put my books away and suggest we all go outside. The kids are thrilled about the idea and get their shoes on... "But wait!!" I tell them and point to the living room behind us, "whats wrong with this picture?" Analyn tells me she hasn't the foggiest idea. "its a mess!!! Clean it up and we'll go out." and the kids begin picking up their toys and books and put them where they belong, in their play-room. When finished, I grap my shirt, a needle and thread and two pieces of chalk.... and we go out. Analyn immediately draws the letter 'A' and shows me proudly. Aiden is pulling out all his toys and throwin them all over the yard.. while i measure out some thread and begin sewing my shirt to a size that fits.

Hours later it's time to eat. I send Juan (who's just on the other side of this wall) a text. "when did they eat, and what?" He comes out of his room to tell me, "pancakes. at 8." I let the kids play a little longer. 1145: Aiden tells me "EAT!" So this becomes lunch time. "what do you guys want to eat for lunch?" I ask. "macaroni and cheese" says Analyn, with certanty. I make it, set them in their high-chairs and feed them. I tell them this time they will eat, and not talk. They eat very well.

After lunch i insist Juan gets out of bed. By then i've finished sewing my shirt, feeding and playing with the kids and i'm a little tired. The kids and I brush our teeth. Juan gives me a tight hug, and he and his older brother, Sean pack up the kids and go to the park as i depart for home.

My shoes... these ugly, dirty, worn-down, white sneakers just wont do for interview. So i go hunting for a better pair. I end up at walmart with Dorothy (sister, 11-months-older) picking out a pair of heeled-loafers. They look good, they fit... and they hurt. I buy them.

at 1545 I leave for the interview. Not knowing the name of the place, only the address I find it, and park. twenty minutes early. At 1615 I go in, fill out an application and hand it back to the receptionist with my updated resume and reference page. There is a girl sitting to the left of me, here for an interview too. I think her name is Anjelica. She's pretty, dark curly hair, a little on the larger-than-average side and wearing dark blue scrubs. A man comes in and sits with her just moments before she's called back. She's in and out rather quickly. I grab a phamphlet and read it. This place is only about 13 years old, but they do cool stuff. Orthotics and Prosthetics. Sounds like fun. I'm called back for the interview, asked a series of questions and love what i'm hearing. I'm confident... excited. The interview ends and Sophia tells me she'll be in touch with me tomorrow concerning the job one way or another tomorrow. I smile, shake hands and walk out happily... solo.

Immediately a text goes out to Taylor, Juan and Andy saying that I'm confident... and i am bombarded with smiley-faced text messages in return.

Juan calls, asks me if i'll make it back up there today. At first i'm uncertain... until he tells me that it could be as late as 2100. So I agree.

Now i'm sitting at home. its 1805... I'm tired, hungry... and wondering where i set my cell phone... hmmmm. There's a medical show on TV. I think the little girl must have a parasite because she's got some horrendous vomiting and diarrhea... we'll see i guess.

For now I'm done with this entry. Keeping my fingers crossed for the job... We'll see.