My thought right now is that I do not want to write a new post, because I still have no job and am therefore a loser and no one wants to hear what losers have to say. Ever. About anything. Okay, *I* don't want to hear what losers have to say. Whatever. However, Boyfrand is still asleep and I have to do something with my up and at 'em mind, so that mindset is thrown to the wolves.
As I said - still no job. No word from the university. None. It is a state job, and I know these things take time and the right signatures on everything to happen. Therefore even though they told me I would hear something by yesterday at the latest, I am giving them 2 more days before I send an email or call. Why? Because I am not the type of person to pester a potential employer. I think it's rude - not persistent or showing initiative or anything besides rude. And confrontational, and as we all know- unless you fuck with my shit, that's just not me.
So nothing has really gone on in my life since coming to Cville. It feels weird to still be here past Sunday night or Monday morning. The cat is adjusting in a very weird and irritating/amusing way. Boyfrand hasn't slapped me or kicked me out yet. I haven't had a melt-down, except for Sunday, but that was a teeny tiny one and I didn't attempt to load ALL THE THINGS up and take off down 40E, so it doesn't count. All in all, I feel things are going well. I went to the pool where he works yesterday and spent the afternoon drinking lemonade and sunning myself. I spent the evening at a friends house eating soy-burgers then we went to play pool. Regardless of what I do during the day, I get to come home with Boyfriend which is just fucking awesome.
Not much to say except:
1. No job.
1. No job.
2. Cat is fine.
3. Am happy.
I expect there will be a super retarded over-the-top with happies post when I get the call-back for the job, or a 'someone might wanna send a professional my way' one if I don't. Nothing too extreme. No never. Not me.*gasp*
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