Play that Tarantella

Dear Reader,

Alone on a Thursday night in the business center of a Best Western preparing myself and my materials for a job interview tomorrow morning hoping that this is the one, that this is the job with my name written all over it. Perhaps it is, perhaps it is not, either way it was good to get out of the house for a night and actually have real t.v. - just in time for Dubya's farewell address.

I wish I had something insightful to say about the President's final address, but to tell the truth my mind is too blocked by the anticipation of a job prospect. I do hope that I get this job, and I do hope they ask me to start Monday. That would be nice. I want this despite the fact that I do not have an apartment or house here, and I would be living out 0f a hotel for at least a week or two. I can live with that. I know moving would be stressful on me, and everyone I know, but if this is the only place I can get a job then this is where I need to be. The next few days should tell all.

Breakfast this morning was a cup of Cafe Ole San Antonio which I've kept squirrelled away since I left Texas in 2007 - surprisingly enough it's still good. Lunch was an egg-salad sandwich and a bottle of water on the road, and dinner was a veggie wrap and sprite. I know I'm not diving into the finer things today as far as food goes, but on the ride down I jammed out and enjoyed myself with the wind in my hair, the smoke in my lungs, and the ribbon of road laying the path, until I got down here and a stalled cement truck brought the traffic on the highway to a standstill.

I started the trip with Tom Waits' Rain Dogs, a gruff and somewhat selective choice of an album, but with a good mix of music on it - I sang along to most of it though it is hard to sing along with him sometimes.

Then we moved on to Johnny Horton's Greatest Hits. I am fairly certain I am the only person my age on the planet who knows that song, but North to Alaska, The Battle of New Orleans, Hole in my Pirogue, Mr. Moonlight, and others are good upbeat songs to drive yourself too. I sang each lyric of each song except for Rock Island Line - I tried, but no.

We moved from Johnny Horton to Jump Little Children's Licorice Tea Demos as the sun was setting and probably listened to that one twice I think. Once it was dark we put in Live at Folsom Prison which is a great album, but I think I skipped most of it. Lastly, We had Tom Petty's Greatest Hits which seemed to fit my mood better.

I am a mood listener I suppose.

Tomorrow morning I will be going into a completely new place that I am not even sure how to get to, meeting people I have only talked to through emails, and working my ass of to persuade them to hire me, If I do well and everyone keeps their fingers crossed, hands folded, or heads bowed then I should be able to get this job.

I say that, but the truth is recently I have been passed up for several jobs that I should have gotten.

I pray that this doesn't become another spoke in the wheel that keeps running over my toes.

With that it is time to go back to my little hotel room and climb into that bed and sleep while I wish my cats were there to warm my feet.

- Maddie

currently reading: "A Heart Remembers" by P.S. Elsner

currently listening to: "I'm a Believer" Monkees cover by SmashMouth

p.s. "We filled his head with cannonballs and powdered his behind, and when we touched the powder off... the gator lost his mind."