so here i am, end of week 3 of my unemployment and everybody but me seems to think that good things are just around the corner.
i did get an offer, a really good one; great pay, great benefits, great location, no weekend hours. all that stands between me and sweet sweet employment is passing a drug test. i did my best and stopped smoking, but it takes a while you know for MJ to get out of your system and the worrying and waiting to hear the results is killing me. i told my mom i'm sure i'll have a few new gray hairs by this next tuesday. i just pray that everything i did to clean out was enough. i want this job so desperately i can taste it. its not a good taste, at least not yet. and if i fail the test, its going to be bitter.
at least chris said he'd still love me even if i failed. i'm just not sure if i'll still love me.
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