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Looking for good karma

People, I need all the positive thoughts you can muster. If I were in Louisiana, I'd look up my local voudon priestess to get myself a gris-gris -- one of those mojo charms with supernatural powers to bring good luck.

Or I could just cross my fingers. Cross myself. Find out who else is applying for this job and put a hex on them or otherwise somehow sabotage them.

I gotta get the job. I just gotta gotta.

Call center work is not for me. If I needed someone to bellow (or, in many cases south of the Mason-Dixon line, "beller" or, alternatively, "bellyache") in my ear about how their ex-spouse (or employer or insurance company or child or state of residence or federal government or, once today, me personally) is a money-grubbing, two-timing, no good Goddamn lying sack o' poo...

Well, let's just say I don't need the heartburn.

Think of me at 3:30 p.m. Central Daylight Time tomorrow. Cross whatever you got. Send positive vibes. Don't step on cracks or walk under ladders or break any mirrors in my vicinity. Attention Mr. Thoreau, I am seriously leading a life of not-so-quiet desperation here.

I. Need. This.

Comments

Tom Myler (scoodog) said…
The very, very best of luck to you, Amy! We'll be thinking of you and keeping our fingers and paws crossed. (My dogs can't cross their fingers but do cross their paws.) Tom
8:00 PM
Brianne said…
You have no idea how much I understand. Good luck!
8:04 PM
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