Meanwhile, at the Sheraton
I think I've given up on any hope of the New York City job coming through, even though it's still posted on the website, and I haven't heard a definitive "no." As I understand it, there's a lot of things going on--the entire church is re-organizing on a national level, and that's pretty much put everything on halt. I also had heard through the grapevine that there may have been disagreement on whether to hire me, or the other top candidate. One of the two decision-makers apparently liked my more corporate background and what that could bring; the other liked the second candidate's background in immigration policy and reform.
No matter what the reason, though, I can't sit around any longer waiting to hear a decision. The thought of going into my job tomorrow makes me ill to my stomach, and I can't keep just going through the motions. So, starting tomorrow, I'm going to work on applying to at least one position a day somewhere, which is actually quite a bit of work, considering I'll need to write a cover letter for each.
Beyond that, I'm busy with Diocesan Council on Anti-Racism, for which I have to create some programming materials for an event in mid-November, including trying to drum up some press coverage. Who knows--maybe I'll get to put what I've learned in my job to good use for a change. I also have an all-day training session with the Council on the 20th, plus my regular parish activities on a weekly basis, for which I've already fallen behind, even though the new parish year is merely four weeks old. I'm also trying to get back involved in DAYA, which is a fun group--when I remember to go to events.
One of my last two remaining freelance web clients--Grace Episcopal Church in Silver Spring--has me working on a site redesign that's taking a lot longer than for which I'd budgeted. I'd hoped to get all the requested changes done two weekends ago, but instead I've already burned through about 7 hours and still haven't even gotten through 2/3 of what they've requested in round 1 of the updates. Hopefully, though, what's going live first thing Monday morning will be enough to tide them over till I'm completely done.
My roommate Josh's friend Joshua moved in last week, and our two-bedroom apartment has become very crowded with three folks here. Thankfully, we've signed a lease on a 3-bedroom, 2-bath house right in the heart of Midtown at Amsterdam and Monroe, and move the first of November. I'm not looking forward to the move itself, nor to the longer commute it will entail. On the other hand, my life will be more walkable from the new place, and I am determined to start running again in the mornings once we're settled in, since I'll be only three blocks from the park.
In a seemingly random moment, someone I went out with a grand total of three times this spring before dropping off the face of the earth has added me to both his Friendster and Facebook profiles. He hasn't actually contacted me other than to send me the adds. As someone who's always fascinated by human behavior, this one left me scratching my head.
On Saturday, I went to Gaylaxicon 2007 here in town, which is how I ended up sipping an incredibly strong Jim Bean and Coke Zero while wearing fuzzy bunny ears and watching several guys go at it. I'd love to explain beyond that, but I'm not sure where to begin.
I'm about to go to bed, and I've got Bruce Springsteen's "Dancing in the Dark" running through my head, and I think it sums up quite nicely the way I'm feeling at the moment.
No matter what the reason, though, I can't sit around any longer waiting to hear a decision. The thought of going into my job tomorrow makes me ill to my stomach, and I can't keep just going through the motions. So, starting tomorrow, I'm going to work on applying to at least one position a day somewhere, which is actually quite a bit of work, considering I'll need to write a cover letter for each.
Beyond that, I'm busy with Diocesan Council on Anti-Racism, for which I have to create some programming materials for an event in mid-November, including trying to drum up some press coverage. Who knows--maybe I'll get to put what I've learned in my job to good use for a change. I also have an all-day training session with the Council on the 20th, plus my regular parish activities on a weekly basis, for which I've already fallen behind, even though the new parish year is merely four weeks old. I'm also trying to get back involved in DAYA, which is a fun group--when I remember to go to events.
One of my last two remaining freelance web clients--Grace Episcopal Church in Silver Spring--has me working on a site redesign that's taking a lot longer than for which I'd budgeted. I'd hoped to get all the requested changes done two weekends ago, but instead I've already burned through about 7 hours and still haven't even gotten through 2/3 of what they've requested in round 1 of the updates. Hopefully, though, what's going live first thing Monday morning will be enough to tide them over till I'm completely done.
My roommate Josh's friend Joshua moved in last week, and our two-bedroom apartment has become very crowded with three folks here. Thankfully, we've signed a lease on a 3-bedroom, 2-bath house right in the heart of Midtown at Amsterdam and Monroe, and move the first of November. I'm not looking forward to the move itself, nor to the longer commute it will entail. On the other hand, my life will be more walkable from the new place, and I am determined to start running again in the mornings once we're settled in, since I'll be only three blocks from the park.
In a seemingly random moment, someone I went out with a grand total of three times this spring before dropping off the face of the earth has added me to both his Friendster and Facebook profiles. He hasn't actually contacted me other than to send me the adds. As someone who's always fascinated by human behavior, this one left me scratching my head.
On Saturday, I went to Gaylaxicon 2007 here in town, which is how I ended up sipping an incredibly strong Jim Bean and Coke Zero while wearing fuzzy bunny ears and watching several guys go at it. I'd love to explain beyond that, but I'm not sure where to begin.
I'm about to go to bed, and I've got Bruce Springsteen's "Dancing in the Dark" running through my head, and I think it sums up quite nicely the way I'm feeling at the moment.