Damsel In (And Out Of) Distress

There is always some bit of good in the bad, and in opposition to that, some form of bad in the good. For the past month I have been stuck in what has seemed like an impossible desolation. I’ve been stressed, depressed, and sadly poorly dressed. I have hardly got out of bed or eaten very much at all. I can honestly say that I did not think I would make it out of this “rut.” I am extremely pleased to say that I have successfully escaped my purgatory. For now.

I had an interview this past Tuesday at my favorite gourmet burger joint. I was in there for maybe a little under an hour and went through an interview with all three of the managers. After what seemed like half of an interview, the first manager said that he would like me to speak to another manager whom was more in charge of the position I was qualified for. About the same amount of time into the second interview, this manager said that he wants me to talk to the lady in charge of a different position that he thinks I would be good for. I did not speak with the last lady for any longer than seven minutes and she offered to bring me onto the team. I have orientation this coming up Tuesday and I am beyond stoked. Things are finally starting to fall into place.

Things might seem rough at times but there is always, always, always a light at the end of the tunnel.

Unrelated: We get goosebumps when we are cold right? So, if it is a physical response to an environmental change, why do we experience these same goosebumps when we read or watch something sad or endearing? This is a topic that I just might retouch later after I have done some research. I am very intrigued.