How true that is.

This past Tuesday, Lauren and I went to Starbucks and the mall. Throughout the randomness of the conversations, the idea of me calling Mrs. Dabney, the head lady of ESP, back to see if she would send me to another school for a second interview came up. While this topic had come up several times throughout the past month, I never called. Tuesday night was different; when Lauren first mentioned it, something ((God, I'm sure)) was like "Do it. Seriously, call tomorrow." Lauren and I part, and I start driving home. Suddenly, I start talking outloud to God ((I rarely pray out loud, btw)). I'm earnestly asking him that I at least land an interview by Friday because I can't stand not having a job. So Wednesday rolled around, and at about 9:00, I called Murfreesboro City Schools and asked to speak with someone in ESP, believing that I would have to leave about three messages with the secretary throughout the day because Mrs. Dabney never answers her phone. Who do you think picked up? Not the secretary. Dabs herself. I explained what was going on, she tooky my number and said she'd pull my file and that she'd most certainly send me to another site. Cool beans. I figured she'd call back Thursday or Friday, and if she didn't, I'd give her a call back. I got a call Thursday and she said that there was a position at Cason Lane that she had for me if I wanted to interview for it the following day. . . Friday. I agree to an interview, and I'm to go in at 11:00. Friday rolls around, I go to the interview, and I have the job in less than twenty minutes. In fact, when she let me know I had the position, it was 11:16.

So needless to say, being twenty has gotten off on a great start.

I had a lot of fun yesterday. After going to Starbucks with some good friends, I drove over to meet my family at Carrabba's. Karen and Aunt Nyla were already there, and we soon found out there was at least a seventy minute wait. A starving Anna and seventy minute waits do not go hand in hand, so I suggested O'Charley's, and off we were. It was really great; the food rocked, the waiter kicked butt, the conversation was awesome, and I was sung to:

How lovely.

Oh, btw, I was born at 11:16 in the morning.

How much does God rock?

This is THE decade ;)