but i’ve been fairly good lately. As far as text posts go, but I really have been holding back the rants.
But when it’s late, and I can’t sleep, the only thing to make my mind stop spinning is to release to the public what exactly it’s spinning over…
and i’m sorry because this post is going to be pretty ridiculous… but this is one thing that makes the little girl inside of me take over.
I know it doesn’t seem major to people because I know a lot of people don’t like cats.
yes. cats. this post is about cats.
It’s because I had a cat all growing up, and I would sleep with him every night, he would come when I called, he would nuzzle me when I cried, he was such a great cat until middle school when he died of diabetes.
My mom said after a year of no cats, we could get another.
it’s been 7 years!
Finally… FINALLY I can get a cat again and this is major.
If you have ever had a pet you were close with, you know that of course, no one can replace the one you had, but you can’t just be pet-less for 7 years. and no, turtles don’t cut it. If the kitten that I have been looking at and fallen in love with has a great personality and is perfect for me to get, then I might cry (once i’m alone) because I have wanted one so bad, and now I can have one, and he is beautiful and will be completely mine.
I have an interview for a part-time manager position at Build-a-bear...
in 12.5 hours.
I’m getting so stressed out.
I know two employees, and if I fail, it will suck so bad.
I am good at actually LEADING, and being able to handle a situation when it happens, but for some reason when I’m asked what I WOULD do if such and such happened, my mind just blanks. Not one thought pops in my head. It’s just black. Not even panic. Nothing. I’m just aware of the emptiness. But when something happens and someone needs to step up, I handle it. I know what to do and how to do it, but when it’s all hypothetical and I’m not reacting, i’m just imagining, it’s just gone. nothing. And then I look like an idiot or I make something up that has nothing to do with how I REALLY would handle things (which would be better than what I had just told them.)
My mind likes to be stupid at the worst times. It’s very very frustrating.