Whiskey sour

Today I find out if I got the job. For those of you who have been following this blog, so all three of you (hi, mom), you know what this is about. For those of you who are reading this blog for the first time (welcome) I had an interview for a job as a flight attendant for Air North.

This evening I will either be jumping for joy or crying into my whiskey. And its a 12-year-old single malt. So for the sake of whisky lovers everywhere who hate the idea of the perfect blend being ruined by floods of salty tears, let hope I got the job!