Checking In Once Again
Whew.....it's been a LONG time since I've been here. So long, in fact, that LiveJournal is bitching at me to update my e-mail address. So, bofore I update that, I'll update my voyeurs with what's going on--and truth be told, there's not much that is new.
First off, Ozzfest. It SUCKED. I'll explain why. The day that Ozzfest fell on, August second, wound up being a day of record heat in Mansfield MA, with a temperature of around 100. Factor in the heat index, and it felt like around 120. So, regardless of the sweltering heat, we made the journey out and headed to the spectacle of Ozzfest. It started out well enough, even if the bands kicking off at the second stage weren't that fascinating. Especially since one of them felt like verbally abusing its audience was a way to illicit a postive response.
Anyway, as the day pressed on, the heat jacked up. We were forced to pay $7 for a bottle of water. Ridiculous, but we were left with little alternative, since the bathrooms at the Tweeter Center were....a little narsty. I had problems with filling up my empty water bottle at the sink, but it got to a point where it was just too expensive to do otherwise. So, after about five or so hours, we all came to a point of realization....a heat-induced epiphany. We were spending more time trying to stay hydrated and cool and not enough time enjoying any of the bands. So, regrettably, we had to head out early, just as Black Label Society was kicking off their set on the second stage. I did manage to get a signed copy of Lacuna Coil's latest disc "Karmacode", but still all in all it was a bust.
Past that, nothing much notable has happened here, with the exception of another massive rainstorm that has once again brought a small river to tear through our apartment. I truly get a real sense of accomplishment from paying $700 a month for a tiny apartment that can't even stay watertight when more than an inch of rain falls. We've been trying to find a bigger less expensive place, but to no avail. We had to give up at a point, due to outlandish costs one way or refusal to allow peoplw who own a cat the other. Frustration had begun to set in on Jess's part, and we had to call off the search before she completely went psycho with disappointment. I should have helped more on my end, in hindsight, but then there was the point where I did help out--I was asked to call an apartment and leave a message or otherwise find out some information. The call I made came out something like this--
"Bluuh--hi...aaah....errm my name is uhh--Chris! And, I had some quesshuns about the apartment I saw on Renndotcawm. I just...aaaah...wanted to know about things like...aaah...segguridy deposit, whether....aaah...cat, you accept cats, we...ah we have a cat...and....other things like that. If you could, leave me a message at *cell phone number*, I'd greatly appreciate it.... Thanks. Haffa good day!"
For a guy who's reasonably good at writing stories and who has a job talking on the friggin' TELEPHONE ferfeksake, I sounded like some stoned out loser case--which is probably why the owner of the apartments in question never called me back.
So, then, what next? Perhaps a moment of opportunity on Jessica's part. Recently, she's been pulling in a second under-the-table job at her dad's company, helping them to scan documents into their system. To hear her tell it, they have MASSIVE piles of papers littering random spaces in their office. Essentially, she just helps another assistant scan them in and file them away, and gets paid some pretty good money in doing so as well. Recently, she had been approached with the prospect of being hired at this place, as either a secretary or some other related job--I forget the official titles to them now. At any rate, this would include not only comparable benefits to what she's getting now, but also a modest pay raise.
So, what, you may ask, is the string attached? The job is in Massachussetts, and she would have to move back there.
In a moment of what I can imagine to be an anxious one as we were driving up to Emerald Square Mall in Mass, she laid out the hypothetical scenario, asking my opinion on the matter. I put her mind at ease, saying that if she is given this chance, then she should take it without even a second thought. So, we're not sure entirely when--or if--this proposal in the realm of hypotheticals will come to reality. Still, the chances seem good--she's good friends with not only the CFO of the company, but the CEO as well. So, basically, she's in tight with the people holding the right letters in their job title, and these people have commended her for her work ethic.
So....at some point or another, we may end up finding a new place indeed. Only our own new places--hers in Massachussetts, and mine somewhere out there in Connecticut. I am a bit nervous and excited about the prospect, but I'm more nervous about her....in that I hope that she's offered this chance. Even though she goes through her daily grind bravely, it has begun to take its toll. You can sense, as she walks into work and gives me her welcome home hug, that a little tiny piece of her interest, of her soul, has been torn viciously from her. To have a job where she's not considered so harshly, and is making better money to boot, would go a long way towards helping her out of that mood.
Details to follow, the moment they become available.
In the meantime, be safe my lovely voyeurs. And stay dry. ^_^