there are angels in your angles
since i'm fairly certain that only sister reads this now, i feel that it is okay to write whatever i want.
i am still waiting to hear about the pwf interview i had almost three weeks ago. he said not to freak out if it was one to three weeks without hearing anything, so i am waiting patiently. although, i am beginning to lose hope... but at least the last day for applications is august third for the bird job. if i don't get any of these jobs, i will be depressed with no other options. i cannot stay in columbia, i just won't know where to go next...
i house sat this past weekend for the mews. it was nice to get away even though i got an email saying ' we need to talk'. to be fair, i did not let her know where i was going this weekend. but i do feel that i am an adult and don't need every move i make to be known. yes, i am being petty but i don't like to be mothered at the age of twenty-six. turns out, somebody was mortally offended by a comment (to safe-guard my health) and lack of socialization. i am allowed to be anti-social in my own house, i should think.... right? blah.
work was okay for two days and now it's crap again. i feel like i've lost steam and have started slacking off... but that may just be because i worked ten days in a row and i'm just exhausted. or i just don't want to work there anymore...? probably the latter. i told a friend last night that i miss wildlife, and co-workers with whom i have something in common.
what else? ah... old acquaintances have been in contact, oddly enough. i feel awkward. on another note, i'm fearing saturday a little since i have the distinct suspicion that it will involve feelings as to which i cannot comply. i really don't ask for all this drama, i swear...
i hope i am granted days off at the end of august. beach, i should think. although, the caribbean should suffice.