I’m letting Olivia cry herself to sleep tonight. I tried to rock her and she squirmed and cried the entire time. I fed her a couple of ounces of formula and she horked all over me. I checked her temp and it’s normal. I think she’s just working herself up too much. She’s been crying for almost half an hour, in full force may I add, and I’m getting to the point where if I don’t go and pick her up I think I’m going to implode. Deep….Breaths….. Good news on the work front. I might be getting a promotion. I think it’s a good thing but I’m not sure yet. I had no intention of becoming a shift supervisor so soon after having Olivia but this seems to be the path I need to go on, so as always I will follow blindly. Granted my path has led me into some fucked up situations but I wouldn’t be where I am if it weren’t for them. No sweet and wonderful baby. No super hot, super awesome, super sensitive hubby. No lame, yet adorable, freak of a dog. No home. No family. I’m pretty blessed. So I had a pre interview today, and I was asked, “X, why do you think you would be a good supervisor?” My answer, “Well, I’m already bossy, might as well give me a title for it.” I then did a rim shot with my forefingers and threw some jazz hands in for the fun of it. Did I mention that I really didn’t realize I was being interviewed? I made the managers laugh and then I seriously added, “I can’t work somewhere without eventually taking charge. It’s part of my personality.” I paused a moment, “I also have a way of generating respect from my team mates and I have a way of making people feel good about what they’re doing. In turn it makes them want to work harder for me.” I guess that was a good answer because my next interview is on Thursday. Wish me luck!!!