SuperColor Motion

My alarm went off at 3:45 in the morning on Friday. I didn't think that the sun was ever going to come up as I was driving north. When I arrived in Tennessee it wasn't as cold as I thought it was going to be. Within 45 minutes of being there, I'm pretty sure the temperature dropped 15 degrees. It also started raining and didn't stop. I enjoyed the rain though. It smells so different in Tennessee. Very clean. Anyway, it was a great trip. I definitely feel recharged. Although, the temperature and altitude difference has totally messed with my sinuses. I'm all sniffily now. 

A friend of mine alerted me to a job possibility on Friday. When I got back yesterday, I ran over there to meet the manager and fill out an application. It's a 50's diner. The kind with the juke boxes on each table and white and red tiling everywhere. I was finished filling it out in mere minutes (I've become a pro at this!) and the manager came over to talk to me. While we were talking 'Staying Alive' came on. I'm not even sure if that's the name of the song, but that hardly matters. She stopped in mid sentence and asked if I could dance. I laughed and told her 'no, not at all'. She wasn't laughing. Apparently there are 4 songs that come on randomly throughout the day that the servers have to dance to. I stopped laughing too. Everything inside of me was cringing at that point. I was ready to just tell her I wasn't up for that, but I really need this job and there is this concert on Thursday that I will hopefully get to work on. So I took a deep breath and told myself I could do this, it's only temporary anyway. "Okay, fine." I said. The dances are choreographed, so that's a silver lining...maybe, right?. On my way out though I just got the cherry to go on this lovely little sundae. I was halfway out the door when she stopped me and said, "Oh right. The uniform! Wear khakis tomorrow with a button down white shirt and I'll give ya your bow-tie and hat tomorrow. You'll look so cute." I blinked a couple of times in shock and squeaked out another, "Okay." 

So here I go, in my button down white shirt, black shoes and khaki pants, praying that this bow-tie is Velcro! I can do this.