::fingers-crossed::

Well, today's the day! In four hours, I am climbing onto the great scary monster (aka an airplane) and flying to Bristol, Virginia to see about the job. I honestly thought today would NEVER get here.

Now, provided I don't get killed on the plane ::Megs is whacked by Nicky and several other friends::, I hope I really get this job. I'm kinda nervous. I know I should be myself and everything will be fine. If God means for me to go to Virginia, he'll show me the way. That I am sure of. In my gut and in my heart I know I'm doing the right thing.

Paul told me yesterday that he wanted to counteroffer what the Bristol paper is offering me ($4000 than what I make now without overtime.) But, the company won't allow him to offer me so much. How sad is that?

Dale's supporting me fully. He says I've outgrown the Selma Times-Journal. Sad that I've done that in only a year, huh?

In other good news, I CUT UP ALL OF MY CREDIT CARDS! SQUEE!! I feel so free now. I'm working with a debt settlement company and I'm trying to get my credit back on track. With that and the possibility of moving, money's going to be tight for awhile. But I'm sure that everything's going to be alright. :-)