Get a Job

After a week of being here on my own, I am beginning to feel antsy. The apartment is coming together nicely- if I could overcome my fear of assembling furniture and just put my damn desk together. I've shopped 'til I've dropped. I've made lists. I've gotten lost around town searching for stores. I have a broom now, so let the cleaning begin.

But now I need a job.

I've been applying. Really, I have. I had that one interview and have another set up for Wednesday. But none of them excite me. I wonder if the thought of work will ever excite me after being so incredibly drained at my last job? Can this fatigue overshadow any enthusiasm I might have for a new line of work? All I can do is forge ahead, damn my resistance. Apply, apply. Call, call. Wait.

Last night I had my first "dinner party" even though it wasn't altogether a "party." But the three, make that four, people who are behind my number one reason to move all came over to toast my new digs. That's Hillz, Double B (with his eyes closed and looking quite short in that chair) and the very pregnant Dokey (the fourth being my baby nephew in her belly).

My nephew really likes ice cream and fruit. Good boy! But he didn't like the Pirates of the Caribbean movie, sadly. Too much swashbuckling. There goes my hope of him becoming a pirate.

The great thing about being closer to family, outside of the obvious benefits like being close to people you love, you can also ask them to do stuff for you without a whole lot of guilt (well, I guess that depends on the family, huh?). At this point my brother-in-law might be cursing the fact that he is a master at art installation and handy things like putting together furniture and hanging curtain rods. Thanks to him I have things on my walls which makes this apartment feel more like "home" day by day. Thanks Double B.

Now off to apply so more. (Do not turn on Dawson's Creek, Sizz. Seriously, don't touch that remote. Otherwise you know you won't get anything done for hours.)