I have been without a job for 10 weeks now. The job
market is practically non-existent (at my level, anyway). On Monday, I do finally
have my first interview. The ironic thing is, though, it is for a job I did not
actually apply for; rather, the company found my resume on one of the job sites
I’m on and contacted me, not knowing I was actively looking. I’m not terribly
excited about the company or the position but, rather, am looking at the
interview as good practice.
But it has not been all doom and gloom this month, I
guess. J. paid a visit, his first since his impromptu birthday visit here five
years ago. We’re both on limited budgets so that put the kibosh on a lot of
stuff, but it was great to catch up.
And then there is my “boyfriend.” (I was going to write
“new boyfriend” but seeing as I have never had one before, he does not technically
qualify as new.) I finally made arrangements to meet with T., who grew up with
D. in “Boston” (I mentioned this briefly in the previous post). Nice guy. Seven
dates in three weeks. Zero chemistry on my part. On his, the complete opposite:
he is really into me, and was using the G-word after the third date (I still
have not used the B-word without using real or air quotes). I’ll go into
details at a later date (there was one date that was right out of a Hollywood
rom-com) but this is really a classic case of Be Careful What You Wish For (and
yes, PLL, I can hear you screaming, “Way to bury the lead” all the way from the
Mountain Time Zone).
