You can't go home again. But I'm gonna try!
MAN! It's been a crazy few weeks. The last time I updated was NSA Day, and the very next day, I actually got the job I interviewed for. I don't if I wrote about it before, but I had a wonderful interview for a directional marketing company on March 10th. It was actually half an hour, and it just went really, really well. The media plannng manager actually hinted that I had the job before. So I actually have a job now, and it was one that I was really, really, really excited about, and I wrote off because they never got back to me. But yes! I've been saying goodbye to Columbia, which wasn't as hard as I thought, and getting ready to move. The sad thing is it's about three weeks too late, so I am moving home for a few months. This is again, the last thing I wanted to do, the worst-case scenario in my opinion, but I'm warming up to the idea. My parents are saving me a two hour commute by bus, which is fabulous, and I'll save so much money, that I'll be able to make some huge strides in paying my credit cards off and I'll be getting a car in the next few weeks, so that's very exciting.
Everything is moving so damn fast! After avoiding it for as long as I could, I began the arduous task of packing up my apartment, and getting ready to leave at the end of April. I'm going to miss my little corner of the city: the overpriced grocery store with weird products, the grocery store with the best donuts ever, the old, old houses that have been there since the 1920s, the lake effect snow. I'm leaving the city to move back to the pitch-black, close-everything-at-five-o'clock-suburbs. I know it's not for very long, six months TOPS, and I'll be saving a lot of money. It's just weird how everything is going to be so different, and I know that I can't complain and I'm NOT, because this is what I wanted. I wanted things to change.
I start my new job on Tuesday and I'm slowly moving from excited and thinking about bringing home a regular paycheck and getting nine paid holidays off a year, to being completely freaked out that I'm going to be working nine to five like the other 90% of the country. I'm entering the ratrace, ladies and gentleman. I left college behind and I'm a full-fledged adult (living with mom and dad, as my mother will readily point out). So strange. As a child and teenager, I made all these crazy promises to myself that I'd never work in an office and I'd never joing the ratrace. Such a hypocrite. I'm so nervous that this job will be worse or just as sucky as the hospital. And it's funny, as soon as I accept that I'd have to work at the hosptial for longer than I imagined, and decided to use that job to my advantage, I got another one, lol.
Onto other things, the book is going well. I'm hitting a few bumps in the prose, but that's to be expected, it's nothing I can't work out. I spent my last week of work battling with the tendonitis in my arm (another reason I'm glad to be finished at the hospital) and editing the novel so I could print it out at work. All 299 pages of it. I am so much more confident in it, and so much more confident that it'll sell. It's just...gah, that's my baby right there. It's not perfect, it's not what I epected it to be, but it's all perfect nonetheless. I FINALLY figured how it's going to end, and I can't wait to finish it. My deadline is May 10th, and I moved up the editing deadline, so I can send my letters out earlier, and hopefully have an agent by the end of the year.
I really need to go and pack things up. I saw pics of JTiddy on the KCAs, pitstains and all (worst fear ever! Men don't seem to care, though) and he looked good in some, and sick or suffering with allergies in others. I hate that he shaved his head though. *snaps fingers* I'm getting kind of annoyed at JC and Justin. JC promised a single out right after New Year's. For months later, and NOTHING but a cute myspace and some scary ass fan comments. Justin said we'd be hearing something very soon, three months ago. It's been almost FOUR YEARS, I have no more patience left! SERIOUSLY. I'm about to whoop some pale white asses, man. They're still running on NSYNC TIME! I hate that.
Everything is moving so damn fast! After avoiding it for as long as I could, I began the arduous task of packing up my apartment, and getting ready to leave at the end of April. I'm going to miss my little corner of the city: the overpriced grocery store with weird products, the grocery store with the best donuts ever, the old, old houses that have been there since the 1920s, the lake effect snow. I'm leaving the city to move back to the pitch-black, close-everything-at-five-o'clock-suburbs. I know it's not for very long, six months TOPS, and I'll be saving a lot of money. It's just weird how everything is going to be so different, and I know that I can't complain and I'm NOT, because this is what I wanted. I wanted things to change.
I start my new job on Tuesday and I'm slowly moving from excited and thinking about bringing home a regular paycheck and getting nine paid holidays off a year, to being completely freaked out that I'm going to be working nine to five like the other 90% of the country. I'm entering the ratrace, ladies and gentleman. I left college behind and I'm a full-fledged adult (living with mom and dad, as my mother will readily point out). So strange. As a child and teenager, I made all these crazy promises to myself that I'd never work in an office and I'd never joing the ratrace. Such a hypocrite. I'm so nervous that this job will be worse or just as sucky as the hospital. And it's funny, as soon as I accept that I'd have to work at the hosptial for longer than I imagined, and decided to use that job to my advantage, I got another one, lol.
Onto other things, the book is going well. I'm hitting a few bumps in the prose, but that's to be expected, it's nothing I can't work out. I spent my last week of work battling with the tendonitis in my arm (another reason I'm glad to be finished at the hospital) and editing the novel so I could print it out at work. All 299 pages of it. I am so much more confident in it, and so much more confident that it'll sell. It's just...gah, that's my baby right there. It's not perfect, it's not what I epected it to be, but it's all perfect nonetheless. I FINALLY figured how it's going to end, and I can't wait to finish it. My deadline is May 10th, and I moved up the editing deadline, so I can send my letters out earlier, and hopefully have an agent by the end of the year.
I really need to go and pack things up. I saw pics of JTiddy on the KCAs, pitstains and all (worst fear ever! Men don't seem to care, though) and he looked good in some, and sick or suffering with allergies in others. I hate that he shaved his head though. *snaps fingers* I'm getting kind of annoyed at JC and Justin. JC promised a single out right after New Year's. For months later, and NOTHING but a cute myspace and some scary ass fan comments. Justin said we'd be hearing something very soon, three months ago. It's been almost FOUR YEARS, I have no more patience left! SERIOUSLY. I'm about to whoop some pale white asses, man. They're still running on NSYNC TIME! I hate that.