Normally I love road trips, but the one that we took over the weekend to Arkansas for my cousins’ wedding was not one of my favorites.
To start it all off, we ended up leaving later than we had wanted to, so the entire six hours driving there, my mom is repeatedly saying “We’re going to be late.” or “We should’ve left earlier.” or “We’re going to miss the wedding.” I guess it wouldn’t have been so annoying, but there was absolutely nothing we could do about it besides sit there and listen to her fret.
We finally ended up getting there ten minutes before the wedding started. Talk about good timing! 
The wedding was so gorgeous. It was kind of out in the middle of nowhere, but it was almost like a little lodge/resort type of place. There was a large, log-cabin styled house and in the back a huge balcony overlooking the mountains and forest and greenery. So that’s where the actual ceremony took place.
On a lower balcony, there was a fountain and small tables set up for the reception. It was overall a very pretty and nice wedding and I’m really happy for my cousin.
That was about the only good thing about the rest of the trip, though. My grandpa is pretty much the stereotypical grumpy old man who complains about everything. He can also be a wonderful, giving, and friendly man, but this weekend, he was the former. He complained about everything, from the price of gas to the place we ate to having to wait on everyone. We have a really large extended family, so whenever we were going someplace to eat, it took a while for everyone to agree, to my grandpa’s frustration.
I guess it was just a long weekend.
On the way to Arkansas, though, my friend Dustin texted me and asked me if I was still looking for or wanted a job. I replied that yes, I was. His mom is the front desk manager at a Holiday Inn close by and he said she was looking for someone part-time and asked if I would be interested, because he could get me the job.
I was so happy. I am so happy.
I’ve been looking for a job for quite a while now, though as of late I had kind of given up because I was getting nowhere fast. So when the opportunity arose that I could get a decent job (I did not want to be flipping burgers) for decent pay (I’ll start at $8 an hour, 75 cents more than minimum wage!) with someone that I actually like, I took it.
I was nervous the whole ride back from Arkansas because I was to go in for an interview when I got back, yesterday night. So as soon as I got home, I took a shower and put on some nicer clothes and headed up there to meet his mom. She was really nice, but I was so nervous that I was practically shaking. It wasn’t even really a typical interview; it was more of a “Hi nice to meet you let me ask you a couple of questions real quick” kind of thing. Which I was fine with.
I had actually applied there last year some time, but she couldn’t find my application so I took another one to fill out. She said she would call me when she wanted me to come in for training so I’m still waiting (a little nervously) for that call.
Instead of being so relieved that I’ve finally gotten a job somewhere, I’m like ten times more nervous that somehow I’m going to screw it up or she won’t need me or something awful is just going to happen and I’m going to lose it.
This week I am extremely busy, too, which does not help at all. Thursday night is the midnight premier of the Hunger Games which I’m seeing with Andrew, Becky, and a few other friends. The next day, I have a fundraiser I’m doing with my church. Saturday, I have bowling with my youth group. That night, I’m babysitting. The next Saturday I am also babysitting. So I guess I’m just really nervous that for some reason I’m going to have to give up some previous commitment that I made for this new job. I hate it when you make plans with someone and they cancel and back out. I don’t want to have to do that to other people.
At the same time, I may not even start working this week, so I may be worrying for absolutely nothing. It’s ridiculous how much I can worry before my first day has even started. But as many people have told me, worrying is something I do very well. I’m just going to be happy when this week is over.
