I'm actually feeling happy... Oh no!

Today was my last day in one of my clinics. Yay oh yay oh yay. Today I had 2 interviews for 2 different possible temporary jobs. Both of them are over-night jobs. One is raising money for food baskets for hungry people for Pessach (Passover). The other one is selling baseball tickets. Guess what. I think I'm gonna take the baseball tickets one.

The hungry people job is in a very religious part of the city and they told me I need to cover my collar bones. No, 2 stickers on my bones isn't enough. You need your damn shirt to be done up to your neck. Fun, no?

They are doing amazing work. They are feeding thousands of hungry people. It's unbelievable, really. I'm a bit sad that I don't feel like that's the job I should take because it is a really good cause.

But, instead, I think I'm gonna try to sell baseball tickets. How totally hilarious. I'm going from being a dietitian to selling baseball tickets. Did I mention that yet?

Selling tickets in the middle of the night is a breath of fresh air for me. It is different. It is weird. It is a little silly but also worth while. In the interview I said, "I am not really a baseball fan. But in my opinion, going to a baseball game is to Joe Shmo what going to yoga is to me. We all need our outlets. Something that makes us feel great, happy, excited. Something that is 'For me.'"

I think that was cool. And what's really cool is that I truly do believe that. We need these things in our lives.

In the movie City Slickers, one of the friends says that when him and his dad had nothing in common, nothing to talk about, they could still always talk about baseball. Sucks they had such a bad relationship but cool they at least had something they could both relate to the same way.

Anyway, in general I'm feeling good. I'm happy. I still don't know what's gonna happen. Where I'm gonna be in 1 day, week, month, year. But it's great to be letting go of things that haven't been good for/to me. It's really wonderful. I just hope to God, or whoever, that I'll find something else instead.

So, I think I'm gonna sell baseball cards. I really hope I'm gonna be good at it. I'm so scared I'm not gonna be, even though, BIG DEAL! : ) I mean, so what if I'm not good at it? He'll regret hiring me. He may fire me, or I'll quit or we'll decide together I should leave. If it's not going well, then it just won't go well. The end. Big freakin' deal.

QE