Werkin It

As I sit here eating my lunch

I'm recalling all of the wonderful things

That I have already learned today

I've become very sensitive.
Especially in the last 6 months.
A lot has happened to me and I'm starting to feel things
Like they're meant to be felt.
I just caught up on the few blogs that I follow
And each one of them has made me tear up.
At my desk.
Thank gosh I'm in a cubicle.

Bread is great.

I could never do a carb diet.

I have an insatiable love for bread.

And Panera just throws in extras for you.

I love the Doctor's office

I think people who hate it are crazy

It's so pleasant

I open up to the people there more than anywhere else

And I go there the least...

I was meant to be in a doctor's office.

It's like my calling.

I found out my cervix is tilted.

TMI, sorry.

It's nothing to worry about at all

It's just a little weird...

"My name is Amanda and I am living with a tilted cervix."
I kinda wish it were something more serious
So I could blame "someone" for it.
But that's just crazy ex girlfriend talk.

I love my doctor.

I better right?

Someone is feelin' me up and putting lights in places they shouldn't be

I better like her!

She's super cool. 

And the nurse was chatting me up about my make-up 

And my hair.

Score.

Downtown Fort Worth is the best.

I just had an interview down there.

No deets.

But I most definitely probably got the job.

Not to sound conceited but I am pretty impressive.

I feel like the director and I are buddies now.

That's good for an interview right?

It's my dream put-myself-through-school job.

I hear a nice pair of scrubs calling my name!

It's an odd process, interviewing.

My mom is in HR and she describes it as being a hooker.

You have to seriously sell yourself to get something from it.

So that is what I'm thinking while chatting with the interviewer.

It works.

And I know, compared to the other girls waiting in the lobby

I am the best looking hooker in this competition.

I'm starting to hate sleeping alone.

Nick stayed with Bee last night so I could get to my interview.

And I felt so alone not hearing him whisper at me while I fell asleep.

He's being treated like a prince today by his Bee.

Two more days until Lubbock to see my bestie!

Trip is still officially on!

Party tiiiiiiiime!