i feel good about this

i know. two posts in one day. its a little intense.
but the situation calls for it. i just got back from my interview at sundale and it was amaaaaaaaaaazing. as i walked out of the nursing home, all i could say to myself is, "i have to work here." i was so comfortable that i stopped caring about my mismatched socks showing when i crossed my legs. thats usually my barometer for comfort.
i walked into the building with a fair amount of nerves, but still pretty solid. a very nice lady simeltaneously held the door for me and asked me if i needed help. i told her i had an appointment and she disappeared around the corner. moments later she returned with another woman who was apparently very happy because she was smiling very genuinely. she said to me, "Mr. Parnell, welcome." first of all, can i say that it was awesome being called mr. parnell. as a young person today i have experienced that very rarely. she led me to an office that had several other people in it. they vacated so we could do our interview i assumed. the first thing she said to me when we sat down was, "So, where are you from." i was already very pleased with the direction this was going. when i told her nashville her eyes lit up and she wanted to know what famous people i knew. it is at this point, in any conversation, that i will inevitably exclaim, "well, one time i pumped gas next to billy ray cyrus." its my most treasured claim to fame.
i made great eye contact, took notes, smiled constantly, and nodded my head alot. we had great rapport throughout the interview and it ended very abrubtly, as if time had flown by and i didn't realize it. she showed me this thing called an aviary, which is apparently a gigantic bird cage in the middle of the hallway. it looked like a trophy case, except with birds instead. they had little tree like structures to sit on and hay strewn all about. she told me "the residents just love our aviary." i wanted to burst out laughing but felt the situation didn't call for it. before i could respond the double doors burst open and a parade of seniors filed out of the activity room, where they had just watched a performance by the texas based gospel group THE HINKLES.
"i have to work here"
would i be human if that thought wAsn't the first to pop into my head?