by Jenna Donovan
18 May 2012 18:47 (updated 18 May 2012 18:47) | 0 comment(s)
Okay, okay. I know mother is going to freak out a little when she realizes that I've gone out and gotten a job at a restaurant of all places. More so when she realizes that it's one she frequents with colleagues, but I really don't care.
I.
Have.
A.
Job!
One that I got on my own. Not because dad's pulling strings in the theater community, or mother is throwing around who she is at Mount Sinai.
I found the information on my own, I made it through both interviews on my own, and in two weeks? I get to start. It's just a hostessing gig, but I'm rather good at that thanks to the parties my 'rents tend to throw.
I really, really can't wait to start. I don't want to seem too anxious, and I don't really need the extra money so much that I can't actually wait the two weeks, but I'm excited.
I guess it helps that my boss is so damned hot. I'm surprised I didn't blush up a storm when I got a look at him, and I mean, I'm happy that I didn't. That would've made the interview go a lot more poorly I think, but it's still awesome.
Maybe I can convince Harper to come out to celebrate with me this weekend. I know my brother's the sullen, cranky sort at times, but even he's got to be excited for me, right?
