THIRTEEN

That is my favorite number, believe it or not. Alot of superstitious people believe that thirteen is a bad luck number. I used to be seriously superstitious (except for the 13 bit...13 has always been my favorite number) but my second summer as a Senior Counselor at Camp ALOMA (this would be summer 2004) my fellow staff members found out about my superstitious nature and made it a goal to break me of said superstitions by the end of the summer.

Needless to say, it was a harrowing three months, but victory was theirs, my superstitions are no longer prevailant. I mean, yeah, I won't purposely walk under a ladder or break a mirror but if I accidentally do either, I am not going to freak out into a melting puddle of foreseen bad luck for something so...well, insignificant.

Anyway, thirteen is my favorite number and today, after six hours of work (in which I ate at my desk between calls and did not get up for a bathroom break) and fifty+ phone calls, I completed thirteen interviews and scheduled the corresponding thirteen appoinments. I barely started making calls for CIP (Care Improvement Plus) yesterday (I only scheduled two appointments yesterday) so I think for my second day making calls, thirteen is good...of course, Amber, my other co-worker that also started making calls yesterday, made a total of 25 today...but it's not my fault when people don't answer the phone, aren't home and the machine picks up, or aren't interested in the free in-home visit.

My goal for tomorrow is to schedule 15 appointments, 2 more than what I did today. If I do make fifteen interviews, I get an EXTRA $20 on top of the $30 I got from working today and tomorrow. This job is great...lots of incentives to work hard.

Well, other than that, my life's so-so. I got the 22nd and 23rd off for when Becca comes up to stay for the weekend but I had to agree to work the 28th and the 29th. I am also spending Thanksgiving with Kevin's family on the 27th. That will be great, something that I've done since I went to college...I never spend Thanksgiving with my family after I headed off to college...I only headed home for Christmas and summer break.

My first Thanksgiving at college was with my friend Shannon and her family in Georgetown. My second Thanksgiving, I think, may have been with Becca and her family in Austin, but I'm not sure. My third Thanksgiving was with Cory and his family down in Mission, Texas (since Becca was in London for that Thanksgiving). My fourth Thanksgiving was up in Chicago, Illinois with my father's family, which I met for that first time that same week. My fifth Thanksgiving was...was it with you, Becca? I think so. My sixth Thanksgiving was with Pastor Busch and his family in Talequah, Oklahoma. And now, my seventh Thanksgiving away from home is here in Waco, Texas.

I just hope I can keep the pattern going and get to go home to my parents for Christmas.

Well, that's all. More interesting stuff to come later.