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I Say A Little Prayer 2004-05-18, 11:30 p.m. Dear Lord, I come to you today with a simple request. You see, there’s this job that I reallyreallyreally want. You know the one I'm talking about. It’s something I’d love, something I’d be good at, and something that would make me really happy. It’s in the field I really want to pursue and part of the compensation would be free graduate school. You know I’m too broke to pay for that on my own, right? And this job, well, it’d be a big pay cut, but I can make it work because it would be rewarding and challenging and I’m qualified for it and it would put me closer to home. I’d actually get to see Scoot’s swimming meets, and I’d get to notice when Punk gets a haircut instead of only seeing her once a year. And I could take my mom to go get pedicures with me, and my dad and I could meet for brunch. I’d always get to go home for Christmas. You know how much I’d like that, right? I’m sending my resume and cover letter and everything that they need to love me forever on Wednesday, and I’m crossing my fingers and praying and hoping that this works out because it’s the right job at the right time and I need to move on from so many things and leave a lot behind in Kansas City – my hated job is at the top of that list. You know how much I hate my job, right? So please, Lord, listen to me here. Tell me which saints to pray to and I’ll recruit my Catholic friends to help me find the right props. Tell me which candles to light, and I’ll do it. Tell me to pray and to spin around three times and sit down really fast and then clap my hands, or to sacrifice my Care Bear, or to give up Diet Coke, or whatever it’s going to take, because I reallyreallyreally want this job, and I’d be really good at it. You know how to make this work out for me, right? Right? Wishin’ and hopin’, Jana
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