Dermatologist & Interview

This morning, I woke up when Andrew left for work. I got ready to leave the house for what was going to be a very long day. Since I had the interview, at 2pm I was going to miss out on quality time with my dogs. When I arrived at my parents, I got my stuff out of the car, went inside. I climbed into bed with my mom and the dogs. I loved seeing them. They are so cute!
Eventually, I got a shower and got ready to go to the dermatologist. They wanted to do a full-body scan. I was so nervous, but I am glad I was there. Once I was in the exam room, I got undressed and put this gown on that was open in the front. I was glad to have my mom there with me for moral support and someone to entertain me while I was waiting for the doctor. When the dermatologist came in, she said I didn’t need a steroid shot in my face, but she did tell me that she wanted to take the mole off of my left breast. I didn’t mind. I also encouraged her to please take off the mole on my left cheek. She warned me that there might be a polka-a-dot scar there, and it won’t tan. I didn’t mind. I can cover it up with makeup, and my hair when it is down will cover it as well.
Finally, that mole on the side of my face is gone. The one on my left breast didn’t really bother me, but it bothered her for whatever reason. The needle in the breast didn’t feel too good, but I handled it well.

After the dermatologist, we went back home and I changed and got ready for my interview, packed up my car, and then we went to lunch at Eat n Park in Robinson. While we were at lunch, I tried not to get too nervous about my interview at 2pm, but I was ready. I just wanted to get it over with and go home. I was ready to see Andrew and just get this weekend started.

Once I got to the interview at Panera, I ordered a coffee. I didn’t expect Dave to get there so early. I got a text from him while I was waiting for my coffee that he was in Panera, around the corner, to the left against the wall. I went to introduce myself, while my coffee was being made. He told me he already ordered me coffee and handed me a paper cup. I said, “oh I am so sorry. I didn’t expect you to. I didn’t know.” He said, “It’s okay.” I said,” I will be right back.” I got my coffee and sat down across from him and the interview was underway. In order to make the moment lite, he pointed out that there was a spelling error on my resume, under the Penn Mutual entry. The irony is that everything about that position was a mistake. I know he did it to be funny, and make the mood light, but at the same time, it was bad that I didn’t notice that and I felt like it didn’t make me look good at all!
After the interview, he told me he would get in contact with me at some point next week to move the next step, which would be to meet with the President and him. I was glad that I was going to make to the next step. I did tell him that Andrew used to work with his wife at JDA. He knew of my husband but wasn’t exactly sure, who he was. I think that helped a bit. Once I got home, I waited for Andrew to arrive home, but I was just so tired. It was a long day. I had to clean out my car and get ready for him to come home.
In the evening, Andrew and I ordered Hawaiian pizza and tried to start the show Taboo. We both were pretty tired and ready for bed. We decided to finish Taboo another time.

Author: Boujee On a Budget

Hello there, welcome to my blog! My name is Danielle. I am a daughter, a writer, a wife, a lover of literature, and music. Britney Spears is my girl crush. Paris, France is my favorite place on earth. Fitzgerald is my favorite author. Kate Spade is my favorite designer. I have been called high maintenance, "boujee", "someone, who has champagne taste on a beer wallet", etc. You know what I am boujee and I am embracing it, but there is no denying that I am on a budget.

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