[This is an entry I wrote in my Clie PocketLJ client last night, but I can’t get my laptop to connect to the network at work from my parents’ house, so I’m typing the entry in through my mom’s computer and the web-based update feature. Not that all that explanation was really necessary, but whatever.]
The drive was fairly uneventful, though I did encounter two women gossiping in a fast-food bathroom, one of whom was bragging to the other that “he would leave her if I told him to, you know.” Yikes. Too tempting — I wanted to grab this stranger by the shoulders and say “You idiot! Get the hell out of that relationship!” But I washed my hands quietly and left the room.
Anyway, we’re now all checked in at the Parents’ Guest Inn and Suites, minus one guest room door, which seems less invasive when you realize that my parents’ room is upstairs and the guest room is downstairs. Still, it’s a little weird to be curled up in bed with Karsten in my parents’ house with the bedroom door wide open. (Or rather, with the door missing.)
I’m writing this entry, by the way, from the thumbpad on my Clie and will upload it tomorrow when I sync online. I’m starting to get the hang of this thumbpad thing, but it’s certainly not easy. I think they could have done a much better job with the keys on this thing. But that’s probably me showing my age; if I were just getting out of college now, I’d probably have so much experience with Playstation controls and cell phone text messaging that this thumbpad would be completely natural for me. Oh well. I am nearly 31 years old, after all. I only have three days left to be 30, and then I’m firmly in my 30s. *sigh*
Oh, and I also need to mention that I spent most of the drive up thinking of backup plans in case my counteroffer at work isn’t accepted, and I came up with one in particular with which I’m quite pleased. And then at dinner, my fortune cookie said “The architect of your destiny is yourself.” Woo. Cue the Twilight Zone theme, baby.
The drive was fairly uneventful, though I did encounter two women gossiping in a fast-food bathroom, one of whom was bragging to the other that “he would leave her if I told him to, you know.”
I bet you could write a pretty good song based on that conversation.
Oh, it was definitely a moment straight out of a country song. I was waiting for the fiddle and pedal steel to start up, actually. 😉
they didn’t offer Nick a position and I’m livid.
good luck to you. consider yourself lucky.
Shit! I had no idea. Has he said whether they’re keeping the position, but not converting him? If so, is he going to be sticking around while they hire someone else?
Man, I hate all this. That really sucks for Nick. But I hope he’ll find something else quickly — and I hope it’s something he likes better, for his sake.
I’m going to Chicagoland on Thursday. Perhaps I’ll see you at some malls!