god i hope i get it

i just got back from an interview for my dream job.
well its not really my dream job.. history channel didnt contact me about starring in a documentary and broadway didnt give me a callback and puppijikstan didnt want me to rule over the land of dogs that never grow old. BUT i did return from a second interview from none other than panera bread.
if youre reading this and you know anything about me, you know that i believe bread should be in all six sections of the food pyramid. it is definitely amazing and i could (and do) eat it every hour of everyday. so if i got this job, not only would i be getting paid an absurd amount for an easy job, but i would be able to smell bread for the entirety of my work day. (this is the part where angels descend from above and sing in high soprano melodies while looking down on me with love and admiration.) and id get a discount. do you understand how excited i am about this prospect??
i just hope i get it. there isnt a valid reason why i shouldnt, ive got great work experiences, its super close to my apartment, i love the product and im a happy person to talk to while waiting for a cherry danish. the only forseeable problem would be the fact that i permanently reside in ttown and im going to go back there for the holidays.. and the holidays are coming up rather soon...

shit.

okay everyone whos reading this (all three of you) i need you to help me out. you can do one of three things for me.
1-knock on wood.
2-knock on glass to save my ass
3-cross your fingers
4-clench your eyes together and whisper "i do believe in fairies! i do! i do!"
that last one might not help me as much as it would tinkerbell but still. gotta rep love to neverland once in a while.

until my final interview at four tomorrow ill be nervously biting my nails and maybe entertain the idea of pacing back and forth. but ill guarantee ill be singing this in my head. i cant help it, i turn to musicals in times of stress. dont hate, participate.

--amandamargaret