Better late than never

I am still unemployed. One of my mothers friends asked me if I sent out thank you letters after my interview. To be fair, I have never heard of doing such a thing. I don't remember ever being taught that in school. Now that I think about it; I don't think school ever taught me about interviews either. I have never had difficulties finding a job until this point. I have decided to check out the university website to find out if they can help. As it turns out, they can, every Monday, and it's free! Now I wish that this would have been a requirement in the first place. But let's be real here, I have said this about a few other things already. If all life lessons were requirement's in college, I would never graduate. Anyway, those thank you letters should have been sent out within 48 hours after the interview. I have yet to receive replies. Now I just have to wait impatiently until next Monday to take my first free class. I don't want to apply to any more potential jobs, only to get nervous again at an interview or hand out another lame resume and make a fool of myself.

Someone recently made a sincere apology after nearly 6 months of us not speaking to each other. It was completely unexpected. I'm glad that it wasn't in person, because i was speechless. It took me a few hours to think about what forgiveness really means to me and came to the conclusion that I accept the apology. This person didn't even ask for it, but I do. 

My last dermatologist appointment went well. In fact, it went so well that he asked me how I felt about fixing my face. Ok, it wasn't in those words. I don't remember how he put it. Anyway, I gave in. He pointed out what I thought was a scar on my forehead from a surgery that I had nearly a decade ago.  He thought it was a birth mark and I insisted he was wrong. Ready for the Val moment? I told mom this story and found out that it really was a birth mark. How had I not known about this? Anyway, the birth mark is staying put. First of all, removing it would require an expensive laser treatment. It would also be taking away a historical characteristic that I didn't even know about until Thursday. 

I was going through another bag of things that I took home with me from grandma's house months ago. Anyway, at the bottom of the box was an Elvis calendar from the year 2003. I remember saving it for Bay Beach in honor of the Zippen Pippen. The significance of this is that I realized the 2003 calendar year repeats itself in the year 2014. This fact nearly convinced me that hoarding serves a small purpose. 

As you all know, it is Easter Sunday this weekend. During our annual holiday get together at my aunt's house, the older cousins traditionally hide eggs for the younger ones to find. Now the younger cousins are loosing interest in this and do a poor ass job at searching. The grown ups have now decided that it is our turn to search. To make the search more of a challenge, we should do it while intoxicated. We may or may not be putting alcohol soaked gummy bears inside of the eggs. I honestly do miss the excited look on the faces of my younger family members before they found out about the bunny. I will always believe. Peter Cottontail was just on television today. If that is not proof, then I don't know what is.