Meant to Be

Yesterday we made our way down to the Strip District for some teas (Sleep Tight for restful nights and chamomile for Olive's wipes), produce for a large soup I'll probably make later today, and to inquire about a job with the Cosimano e Ferrari Olive Oil Company.  I'd seen a post on craigslist and e-mailed to express my interest and got an e-mail back letting folks know that they could come by anytime Saturday between 9 and 5 to interview.  While Rob and Olive found a seat and waited, I strolled over to the booth and sampled some olive oil with a splash of red apple balsamic vinegar, then told the man I was interested in a job.  He brought me over to be interviewed by his wife, Kim, who was eating sushi, clearly on a break.  I described for her the e-mail that I'd sent so she could identify me, and when I mentioned that I had a young daughter, she said, "Olive?"  I added this bit of information in the e-mail because I figured it would only help my case, and it turns out I was right.  She told me she felt like it was "meant to be" when she read that, I was given a t-shirt and hat, and I start at 8 am on Friday.  Given the ease with which I was hired for the job, I have a good feeling about it.  Kim and Larry, her husband, were both very friendly and down to earth, and were very kind to Rob and Olive when I brought them around to meet them.  I'll only be working Fridays and Saturdays, but the hours are longer - 8-7 - so that will help.  Plus, it's in a bikeable location, just over four miles away.  I still have an interview with a mother in my neighborhood on Tuesday for an after school child care position, so things are looking more up than they were a week ago, for sure.