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Odd update.
Sep. 5th, 2001 12:07 amI went rooting for cereal. A. bought me a box of Count Chocula. Which I love, and never buy for myself.
WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?
WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?
Sep. 5th, 2001
Reflections on Today
Sep. 5th, 2001 07:59 pmI had my job interview today, the one for my last possible assistantship - the one at GLBT Student Services. It wasn't at all like I expected. On one hand, I am remarkably experienced for half of the position (the part where you write a training manual for their Speakers' Bureau and train speakers), but the questions they asked were completely difficuly on-the-spot questions, and of course I thought of great answers once I was in my car. Stuff about whether I'd trained people, and what I've done to bolster diversity in terms of race and gender. Gah. I'm sure I was a total space cadet. Though the other GA in the office helped with the interview, and I have classes with her. She likes me, and she recognized me. They're supposedly going to call me on 17 September to let me know. So I will stew until then.
Tuition is due by then, though, so that means I need to drag $2K out of savings ('There I go being obsessed with money again,' my inner bitch grumbles.) to pay the tuition bill, and hope against hope that I get this job and will get the money back. If not, I've got to find a job, any job, tuition-paying or not. And it will likely pay much less money for working the same amount of hours. So I'm scared.
Then I went to work. I had appointments at 3:00 and 4:00. Neither showed. When I called them to find out what was up and reschedule, both of them said that they had called and left messages for me. (I'm an intern - I don't have a voicemail box - I'm supposed to get paper messages.) I got no messages. So I wasted 3 hours there for absolutely nothing, driving and sitting time included. I rescheduled one for tomorrow. The other I won't see until after I come back from NY - sucks, though, because it's already been 2 weeks since I've seen the child.
All in all, today was a rather stressful day. I probably would have shrugged it all off, but I seem to be in a bit of a post-vacation funk, and the A. stuff certainly isn't helping where that's concerned. I got home and took a little nap with my two best kitties (and tried to ignore the part where A. was talking to me, saying he wanted to make me dinner, not understanding why I didn't want him to) for an hour or so. My cats rock.
And this is a public thank you to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vidicon. The fates do neat little things sometimes, and deposit people in your lap when you need them. A faraway stranger who signs his wisdom with a [*] has been a greatly appreciated thing. Thank you.
One more day of work, and two days (just about) until NY. I'm nervous, for positively good and giddy reasons. Yay. I can't wait to start getting ready for the trip. My mind is whirring a mile a minute - what to pack, what to do, what to say, who to call, how to react when Mark picks me up at the airport. *whirr whirr whirr*
I want to email the words to this song to A. I want the MP3. I won't, though, because it's likely catty. But I want to. Badly.
( And here are song lyrics, skip 'em if you want. )
Tuition is due by then, though, so that means I need to drag $2K out of savings ('There I go being obsessed with money again,' my inner bitch grumbles.) to pay the tuition bill, and hope against hope that I get this job and will get the money back. If not, I've got to find a job, any job, tuition-paying or not. And it will likely pay much less money for working the same amount of hours. So I'm scared.
Then I went to work. I had appointments at 3:00 and 4:00. Neither showed. When I called them to find out what was up and reschedule, both of them said that they had called and left messages for me. (I'm an intern - I don't have a voicemail box - I'm supposed to get paper messages.) I got no messages. So I wasted 3 hours there for absolutely nothing, driving and sitting time included. I rescheduled one for tomorrow. The other I won't see until after I come back from NY - sucks, though, because it's already been 2 weeks since I've seen the child.
All in all, today was a rather stressful day. I probably would have shrugged it all off, but I seem to be in a bit of a post-vacation funk, and the A. stuff certainly isn't helping where that's concerned. I got home and took a little nap with my two best kitties (and tried to ignore the part where A. was talking to me, saying he wanted to make me dinner, not understanding why I didn't want him to) for an hour or so. My cats rock.
And this is a public thank you to
vidicon. The fates do neat little things sometimes, and deposit people in your lap when you need them. A faraway stranger who signs his wisdom with a [*] has been a greatly appreciated thing. Thank you.One more day of work, and two days (just about) until NY. I'm nervous, for positively good and giddy reasons. Yay. I can't wait to start getting ready for the trip. My mind is whirring a mile a minute - what to pack, what to do, what to say, who to call, how to react when Mark picks me up at the airport. *whirr whirr whirr*
I want to email the words to this song to A. I want the MP3. I won't, though, because it's likely catty. But I want to. Badly.
( And here are song lyrics, skip 'em if you want. )
To Madame Zuzu
Sep. 5th, 2001 09:52 pmI have been downloading Tegan and Sara songs for a good portion of the evening.
You were correct, my dear. I absolutely love them. And I love Kazaa, for bringing them to me.
Music is a gift from the gods. Mmm.
You were correct, my dear. I absolutely love them. And I love Kazaa, for bringing them to me.
Music is a gift from the gods. Mmm.
This CD requires gin. Lots of gin.
Sep. 5th, 2001 11:48 pmWhen I was visiting my parentals, my mother's husband (who is in this wacky two-person cover band) slipped me their CD, the one they give to local bars to get gigs.
HA HA HA. So far I've heard John singing "Piano Man," "End of the Innocence," "Wild Nights," and "Brown Eyed Girl." It's hysterical. It's like sitting in Mom and John's basement. There is so much wacky harmonica and drum machine.
I need to bring this to Jodie's so she and Mark and I can get completely drunk and sing along with John. I feel like I'm 8 years old again, sitting on the dock at Lake Winnepisauke (sp?) with his acoustic guitar, singing "The Promised Land" by Bruce Springsteen at the top of my lungs, among other things. So many memories.
All "Thunder Road" all the time. Ha ha ha.
HA HA HA. So far I've heard John singing "Piano Man," "End of the Innocence," "Wild Nights," and "Brown Eyed Girl." It's hysterical. It's like sitting in Mom and John's basement. There is so much wacky harmonica and drum machine.
I need to bring this to Jodie's so she and Mark and I can get completely drunk and sing along with John. I feel like I'm 8 years old again, sitting on the dock at Lake Winnepisauke (sp?) with his acoustic guitar, singing "The Promised Land" by Bruce Springsteen at the top of my lungs, among other things. So many memories.
You ain't a beauty, but hey, you're alright.
All "Thunder Road" all the time. Ha ha ha.
