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When a little girl would come home from a sleepover and would knock on your door to wake you up to give you a gift that she made, you just know you are so so damn blessed! 💜💜💜 Lexiebear, this was really a great morning surprise! I will forever cherish this! I am honestly so proud of you. You are growing up to be a very kind, very thoughtful and very loving little girl! You are very very beautiful Lexie and you will forever be in my heart! You and Jace have the power to make me fall in love with you more each day! I love you and thank you for this Lex! #bestbracelet #bestwakeupcall #mydailydoseofhappiness #howcanyounotlovethem #soblessed #titaslove #simplethingsmeanthemost #itmatters #simplebutspecial #mosttreasured #simplythebest

It all started Friday afternoon. The phone rang; unknown number. The calls I had been getting seemed like scams, bogus offers, and overall, pretty defeating. But I told myself that if I didn't continue putting myself out there, I would never move forward. It was another recruiter, but for the first time, I actually knew the client they were attempting to hire for...The Elf on the Shelf. I was filled with excitement as the voice on the other end explained the opportunities and expectations of the position. This seemed too good to be true; a job that let me use my degree in a creative nature, working for a relatively new but quickly expanding company, specifically focusing on brand and image development. As my hopes and dreams began to grow, I was met with a road block. SEASONAL POSITION. Again, I had to remind myself, you have to put yourself out there, try, and possibly advance and be taken on full time. With that in mind, I agreed and prepared myself for an interview. Prior to interviewing, I was expected to complete two multiple choice tests that wanted to observe my attention to detail with images as well as my grammar/spelling. I passed with flying colors, which made me appreciate that my degree had not gone to a total waste. I worried that I wouldn't make my 9:00am interview that was 45 minutes away. Tuesday morning, I left an hour and a half before I needed to be there, arriving 30 minutes before I had to be there. I sat waiting, slightly jittery, attempting not to show my exhaustion. It had already been far too long of a weekend. I was involved in an accident, which destroyed my car, leaving me struggling to deal with rentals and insurance companies. Between the battles of phone calls and coming up with a concise six sentence writing sample while still working, I was stressed out over this first interview. I sat there in a black blazer, white lace shirt, grey high waisted skirt, and my sparkly black and silver Vince Camuto heels. They may not be Dorthy's magic red slippers, but they were the best I had. I sat down, had my resume and skills reviewed, and was told I'd be called to be notified if I had a second interview later that afternoon. It seemed to have gone well, but I was still not sure. So I waited. It wasn't long before the second interview was offered, and I was ecstatic. I hadn't been rattled to the extent to wear me down and I was ready; I could do this; this is exactly what I wanted to do. My pep talk to myself got me ready. Wednesday, 3:30PM. I was in the area at 2:00PM. I read over my notes and realized at 2:30 that I forgot to bring copies of my resume. I quickly found a Kinkos, typed up my notes and printed out my resume and headed in. I needed all the luck I could get. Since my first pair of Camutos brought me just that, I wore my second pair; nude and sparkly. Black A-line skirt with leaves detailing and cut outs, white button down, cyan blue cardigan. As I waited for my interview, I questioned myself. Should I have worn the blazer? Should I have not worn the sparkly shoes? Do I look completely ridiculous?! Maybe I wasn't ready for a big girl job. I wore sparkly shoes to both interviews. Maybe I was made for the night life. I was promptly interviewed at 3:30, trying to make sure I asked all the right questions about the position, expectations, possibility of movement from seasonal for full time. I showed my knowledge of the company and product, explained my skills and abilities. Somewhere around 3:50, we started talking about our pets. With the excitement, ease, and enjoyment of each other's company, I felt really comfortable. This position felt right, like something I could thrive in. I REALLY wanted this. We shook hands and exchanged pleasantries, and I was told that a decision would be made on Thursday. I left. I waited. I didn't know when on Thursday I would know. Would it be while I was at work? Before? What if I didn't get it? Would they still call and let me know? With all these questions, I had to put myself to bed to try to move past thinking of these things. Thursday. 8:24AM. The phone rings. I had been snoozing for almost an hour now (such a procrastinator). I answer without the grogginess of still being in bed; it's about the job. ....I waited.... I got the job. Who needs coffee when you get the job? Talk about a great morning.