Last week I moved out of my mum's house, and I thought that would be as busy as it got. Turns out not so much. I got a job interview for the Wednesday, and as soon as I woke up, I was feeling pretty sure I did NOT want to go to it. I went, because I thought I should. I walked up the drive and immediately felt bad about the whole place. I rang the doorbell and was left outside for 10 minutes while they found the manager. Then I was left alone to fill in an application. Long story short I left the place feeling confident they would give me the job.
Which on the Friday, they did. However I told them I would need time to make a decision. And I thought that would be the biggest decision I'd have to make. This week at least.
But, I was wrong. One of my best friends dropped a pretty large bombshell on me, and all I can do now is pray. Pray until God gives me a clear message as to his plans. Which I hope he does, because, honestly, this is a total mindfuck.
