Retail owns my soul.
So the last few days all I've been doing is looking for something that will get me away from the horrible Best Buy I am at, and today I seemed to have struck gold. The Old Navy store in Grandville is hiring for a customer service SUPERVISOR. That makes me pretty ridiculously happy, and I only just applied. Retail, specifically customer service, is what I do, and unfortunately it's what I'm ridiculously good at =[ I might as well come to terms with the fact that I'm destined to be in retail for the rest of my damn life, and I will probably be headed on the management track before too long. I'm so excited, in fact, that I saved the guy's phone number into my phone, and I set an alarm to call him on Monday afternoon [assuming I don't work], if I haven't heard anything back since then. The job was just posted two days ago as well, so hopefully I actually have a shot at getting called for an interview. Not gonna lie, the money and the discount would be pretty fucking sweet. The money especially. I have the overwhelming urge to call Becky, my sup from the Wausau BBY, and tell her how excited I am, especially since I have her down as my number one reference.

I just reread that, and I don't want anyone to think that I actually like retail, because I don't; I'm just disgustingly good at it. If I can't find anything else until I can go back to school and get a degree, then I might as well give it my all and make damn good money being a leader which is what I REALLY love.

In other news, the worst cliche I've ever heard is "if you think it's too good to be true, then it probably is." It makes me feel SO paranoid, and for whatever reason, that damn saying always lingers in the back of my mind. This morning I decided to kick it's fucking ass and beat it into the ground. There truly are GOOD people, and good things really do happen; it's time to accept that. It feels weird to be involved with a guy that is actually a good guy. Before I moved, I remember him telling me that he didn't want to do something to screw things up. I'm not sure that's something I could ever forget, and it's a nice reminder that he's as devoted to things as I am. I'm not used to being with someone who notices when I'm not acting like myself and goes the extra mile to ask me what's wrong, and doesn't believe me when I say nothing. I'm also not used to being held so tight that it's like he doesn't want to let me go. Honestly, it's probably one of the best feelings ever, aside from laughing til I cry. Things are finally starting to feel normal, and all of the doubts and fears have gradually been reduced to nothing but happiness and a genuine sense of security. For the first time since I saw my schedule for this week, I'm okay with the hours that I'm working because I know that he'll be here waiting for me when I get home.

True love feels SO good.


*[Edit]* I already got an email back from Old Navy... granted it was only to ask me to copy and paste my resume to him, because he can't open up attachments, but it was contact nonetheless, so my cover letter must have had enough in it to interest him. *crosses fingers*

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