Waiting and the panic.

After my interview last week the Dr who interviewed me said she would let me know if I got the job “by the beginning of next week” meaning starting today. I’ve checked my email at least a dozen times already and nada. Nothing. I keep telling myself if it is meant to be it will be but I can’t help feeling antsy and just wanting to know already. I’m not a good wait-er.

In other news we went to the San Gennero feast in Little Italy yesterday afternoon. It was nice, crowded like you’d never believe but still nice. We had an incident where our 16yr old said she wanted to look at a jewelry display, so the rest of us waited across the way for her to be finished. Five minutes pass, then 10. After 15 Tommy is getting annoyed and so am I. How long does it take to look at jewelry? We don’t see her at the jewelry stands. Now we’re calling and texting her and not getting any answers. OMG. Now I’m starting to get scared, like sick to your stomach scared. All I could think of was that she was kidnapped. With the amount of people at this feast; we’re talking literally wall to wall (or street to street) anything is possible. Tommy takes off down the street a bit to look for her. Nope. Then he goes down the other way. I’m trying not to panic. Finally he finds her. My goodness I was so, so relieved. I didn’t realize how scared I was until I felt the intense relief of knowing that she was ok. After being elated that she is safe, I got mad at her. Mad for making me a nervous freaking wreck I told her I thought she was kidnapped. Scary shit man. Just when you think they are old enough that you don’t have to worry when you go out, that someone won’t “get lost” what happens? They go and get “lost”.

I’m happy to say the rest of the afternoon went off without incident. We had a nice time in the city and even stopped to visit the 9/11 Memorial. It was incredible and so very moving. To see all those names choked you up. And the Freedom Tower is unreal. It’s beautiful. So tall and looming going straight to the sky.

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