June 29
Guess who just called today?! The manager of MIRACLE PETS called just a little while ago, apologized for the delay, and scheduled an interview for tomorrow morning! Originally I was going to go for Wal*Mart, but hey, now I’d be happy with a job digging ditches if they offered. (Well, not really, but you get my point!) I’ve already got an outfit picked out to wear. Nothing too fancy, but not too casual either. Mom helped me pick it out. (She’s just as excited about this as I am, if not more.) After I told her about the interview tomorrow, she just gets this big smile on her face and I’m just waiting for the whole “my baby’s all grown up” thing she always does when something big happens in my life. (Not that this is anything big. I haven’t got the job yet!) But to my surprise, she just looks at me and asks what I’m going to wear. (Now, this kind of bothered me. I mean, I wouldn’t want her to jump up and pinch my cheeks or anything, but a congratulations, or a high five, or even a “ya did good kid” would have been better than “what are you going to wear”.) So I just shrugged and said I don’t know. Well that wasn’t the answer she was looking for, so she dragged me to my room and we spent the next hour or so trying on outfits. But don’t get me wrong, we had lots of fun, and I got lots of advice on both my wardrobe, and the interview too. We ended up deciding on my light blue top I got for my birthday, a black skirt and jacket Nana sent me, and my matching turquoise and sliver jewelry set I got for Christmas last year. I came strutting into my room like a supermodel on the runway, and struck a ridicules pose in front of the mirror.
“Thank you!” I said. “No autographs, please.” Mom and I both laughed, and I had to admit, I looked pretty good! I’ve got to hand it to mom. If she hadn’t have given me all that advice, I would have probably walked in there wearing jeans and a t-shirt and wouldn’t have thought twice about it. (I mean, it’s a pet store for pete’s sake!) But mom said a job’s a job no matter what kind and I’ll need to have a look that says that I’m going to take it seriously. And I will. Let’s just hope the interviewer feels I will too.
-Cheyenne A.
Guess who just called today?! The manager of MIRACLE PETS called just a little while ago, apologized for the delay, and scheduled an interview for tomorrow morning! Originally I was going to go for Wal*Mart, but hey, now I’d be happy with a job digging ditches if they offered. (Well, not really, but you get my point!) I’ve already got an outfit picked out to wear. Nothing too fancy, but not too casual either. Mom helped me pick it out. (She’s just as excited about this as I am, if not more.) After I told her about the interview tomorrow, she just gets this big smile on her face and I’m just waiting for the whole “my baby’s all grown up” thing she always does when something big happens in my life. (Not that this is anything big. I haven’t got the job yet!) But to my surprise, she just looks at me and asks what I’m going to wear. (Now, this kind of bothered me. I mean, I wouldn’t want her to jump up and pinch my cheeks or anything, but a congratulations, or a high five, or even a “ya did good kid” would have been better than “what are you going to wear”.) So I just shrugged and said I don’t know. Well that wasn’t the answer she was looking for, so she dragged me to my room and we spent the next hour or so trying on outfits. But don’t get me wrong, we had lots of fun, and I got lots of advice on both my wardrobe, and the interview too. We ended up deciding on my light blue top I got for my birthday, a black skirt and jacket Nana sent me, and my matching turquoise and sliver jewelry set I got for Christmas last year. I came strutting into my room like a supermodel on the runway, and struck a ridicules pose in front of the mirror.
“Thank you!” I said. “No autographs, please.” Mom and I both laughed, and I had to admit, I looked pretty good! I’ve got to hand it to mom. If she hadn’t have given me all that advice, I would have probably walked in there wearing jeans and a t-shirt and wouldn’t have thought twice about it. (I mean, it’s a pet store for pete’s sake!) But mom said a job’s a job no matter what kind and I’ll need to have a look that says that I’m going to take it seriously. And I will. Let’s just hope the interviewer feels I will too.
-Cheyenne A.
