Pounding Pavement!

I woke the next morning and get ready to secure employment. I look at my pinstripe pants, heels, and button down option and wonder if this is the look or approach I should take looking for a job as a server or bartender. I wasnt sure and since all my other instincts for job finding had failed I placed that outfit back on the rack in the hotel closet and reached for a sundress and strappy sandals. This looked pretty, relaxed, and to me very Florida. Shower, hair, and makeup done later I step out into the sunlight in Fort Walton and headed east over the bridge into Okaloosa county to Destin. I stopped at two places that looked like happy tourist traps not on the water and hmmm they werent open yet. Wait a damn minute its like 9am! I was so used to the world of work beginning at 8 am sharp that even though I had taken my time and gotten ready I realized I was still too early to be able to walk in and meet with anyone. So I kill a bit of time and walk into Joes Crab Shack. The hostess issues me an application and holding my resume ( why you have to give someone both peices of paper when applying for a job with the same information will NEVER make sense to me) Tha manager looks it over, smiles, and says " looks great can you come back for an interview at 3 pm?"  uhhh yeah sure, I think. I wasnt gonna just jack leg around hinging my hopes on that place so I went straight to where I had eaten the night before at the Lobster Cage.  I walk in, fill out an application, sit down, meet with two really nice managers. First is a lady named Lisa and she is pretty and seems to be far more intellegent than the manager at the previous establishment. She introduces me to Brad and we discuss menu sales to patrons and we have a pleasent interview. All the while Im nervous about telling them that my ability to work will be limited to days mostly, and the lunch shift never made me much money or got me scheduled alot in NWA.  I smile, tell her my scheduling obstacles and she lets me know that there are mothers working there already that have the same scheduling needs. WELL YAY! I also have to tell her that I cant start until Sept because I have to lease or sell our darn house, and she replies with a " No big deal, when you get here you will have a job, dont even bother with that other interview. Just call me an let me know a firm start date." I could not have been more put at ease and happy! I was going to do it! I got a job on the beach and at a place that always seemed busy. HECK YES!!! I practically skipped down the stairs with glee and got into my car. It wasnt even Noon and on day ONE I had found a job in Destin. I had 4 more days left there so what would you have done knowing you had nothing else to worry about? Go to the beach? You bet your ass! Bathing suit pulled out of the back seat of the car, prissy dress discarded, I found a spot to lay out and soak up some rays and sip on a drink. I felt like a Floridian already! 

Later on that day I retired to our condo and waited for Chad. He moved his hotel stuff out and into the truck the night before so that we could just settle in there that night. The place is furnished already like most places here so it goes with out saying that we were gonna need a HUGE storage room when all of our stuff could be moved down. Afer going to a local seafood market to get some fresh fish, new potatoes, corn on the cob, and shrimp I decided to see what kind of coastal cook I was going to make. I dont know if it was the frozen drinks seeping into my system that I had been indulging in all day but let me inform you. I make one HELL of a honey ginger baked salmon.  We dined with wine with the sliding glass doors open that night, we have a spectacular view of the lagoon here where we currently lease and it felt as if for ONCE the Newby family might be given some good luck. Both employeed in a crappy economy, I could leave the life of email, office politics, back biting, and high school crap talking and see the ocean everyday, and we also had found a wonderful place to live.  Lucky doesnt even cover it and I said a sincere thank you to the lord above. I would spend the rest of my week on the water while Chad worked and the flight back to Arkansas was filled with relief.  As of September 9th, I was going to be blessed with a new adventure in life. What could possibly go wrong?