Almost a working woman

I have a job. That's right, the Mix is in the business.  A girl at the hostel which I now call home, Jo, is going back to Sweden next week. She offered me her job and took my C.V. (resume) in, and got me an interview. I went by this morning and Stuart (the manager) said "This is the store, we sell Miss Sixty and Energy, you won't really be able to start until the end of the month because that is when Josephine is leaving, but I'll call you on Monday and you can come in for one day next week for training.". That was it. That was the interview. I have no idea why I get so nerve racked about these things. I HAVE A JOB!!! This means I can stay, and potentially marry the man of my dreams. I didn't know his name and thought he looked like a Jesse, so he is known (to those who I talk non-stop to about him) as "the Jesse"...although I now know that is not his name...I was close. And I can sit for hours on the pebble beach if I want to.  I absolutley love this beach. Although there hasn't been any ideal beach weather, I still spen evenings down there with my discman and book, counting the sailboats on the horizon. But it looks like it may be tanning weather today!!
So, that's it. I have a job. I HAVE A FUCKING JOB!!!!!!!!!