What's That about Counting Chickens?

Yet another food job.
I guess I've already waxed at length about gravitating to them.
And so I give you another step towards the "Slow Food Utopian Revolution."
Had two stand-up mini-interviews yesterday with a manager at our local Subway. (Hooray for veggies!) During the second interview, I seriously hope there wasn't (and I have a sinking feeling) misspeaking on my part or misinterpreting on his about my hours. I truly don't want to work ALL nights/closings. I know I'm committed to two. And, of course, because I'm a glutton for punishment, I opened my mouth about night shift manager. That's where I think I misspoke. Rats.
No use jonesin' about it until I get the phone call with confirmation. Should be around 2 p.m.
Nail nibblin' till then.

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