"Oh Christ Dad, leave me alone!"
  That was my exact thought when I saw the number on my cell during class. Why am I leaving class to answer another drunken rant? I thought, Why?
  It wasn't Dad. It was the District Manager for Finish Line Foot Wear Store. The local mall is looking for a new manager, and my online resume came up. She wants to talk. Very much so.  
 So I'm stumbling over myself, apologizing for sounding like a complete bitch, and trying to get into my "best interviewee ever" thought pattern, and somehow, my recovery thinking takes over.

 It doesn't matter. Just stick to my guns. What do I know, in my gut? Why am I so fed up with Kohl's that I'm actually applying for jobs outside the company? 
 Interesting enough, that's exactly what she wanted to know!  That's all she wanted to know. Well, that and can I come in for a person to person interview?    
  So, next thursday, 3pm. At the mall.

  After class, not 1 hour later, natch, I get a call from Americorps. In  Columbus OH. We got your resumee, the guy explains. We're scrambling to fill spots to keep our funding and we found you, and we think you'd be perfect for a couple of some of our more, ahem, more mature positions. We're really needing to get these positions filled by, like, end of the month at the latest. And we'd have this person start at the end of November.
 Any chance you can come in for an interview? Like, end of the week at the latest?
  Tomorrow, 3pm. Columbus.

   I can't explain mericles. Sunday, I was crying because I was telling my mom "I can't have this relationship where you tell me it's all my fault I don't have my dad in my life." It's  Wedsnesday and I'm figuring out how to schedule job interviews.
  I've come to find out that when I can't voluntarily let go of things, god sets up opportunities where I involuntarily surrender. Maybe graduation will be the best thing that ever happened to me, after all.