job interview on tuesday.
so if i get this job, i'll be going from a sixty year old, four star restaurant oddly misplaced in the ghetto to a cute little café in a really mellow hippie town by my school. from like ten dollars an hour to good old minimum wage. from a weekly paycheck, to a paycheck every two weeks. but really is okay. working two nights a week for six months, i made a couple thousand dollars. but i only spent four hundred of that. one hundred on a gps, two hundred on my mom's birthday present, and the rest on little odds and ends. however, considering my circumstances, i must admit that i'm a little worried. but it'll work out. it has to; there's no other option.
i'm starting to believe in myself again, though. a total stranger believes in me enough to give me the time of day, so who am i to not? with all my mood swings, there's a pretty high chance that will change later...but for right now it's nice.