wednesday was basically the best day of my entire life…okay that might be an exaggeration but it was for sure the best day in recent memory and the most appreciated. a day off. amazing. i’m off again today and it’s great, but nothing can compares to a day off after being on the selling floor for five straight days in a row. my feet have never been so grateful.

because i had been working constantly, wednesday was filled with many errands (hey, i could have had a dentist appointment and i still would have been thrilled!) but the real highlight was a lunch date with HEBREW SCHOOL. HEBREW SCHOOL and i carpooled together to temple isaiah way back when, before both of our families became east coast transplants. there were five of us in the carpool – which i’m realizing, as i type this, is more than a traditional car can hold, because there was also always a mom driving…so where did we all sit? anyway, in the last two months we have both become transplants again, back to the west coast and had a great time catching up on the many years that we have missed in each other’s lives. we’ll do it again, the next time i have a second to breathe

ready? yesterday i’m on the floor, doing what i do best (apparently), selling, when i get called in to the store director’s office (yep, there’s a store director). immediately i think i must be in trouble (i always assume the worst, i am my mother’s daughter). turns out – she, and the entire human resources staff from corporate – want to consider me for a new position they are creating – stylist for the MONOGRAM line – and they want to interview me…NOW! i had heard about the position but hadn’t considered myself a candidate because, well, you were supposed to have done $400,000 of sales this year to be considered. anyway, i had my interview, somehow connected suicide prevention to sales, smiled and will hear more next week. i probably shot myself in the foot when i announced i would be taking all the jewish holidays off – but it did feel good to even be considered. i did ask them, in the middle of my interview…what the hell i was supposed to do about my feet (i am going to attempt to get a pedicure this afternoon but i am fearful that woman might refuse to touch me!). i’ll keep you all posted…and if i do become a monogram stylist…i promise to remember where i came from.