Yesterday, my current job emailed me, saying they needed to know by today at 5 whether or not I'm staying next year. So I emailed the job that I'm waiting to hear from to ask when I should expect to hear from them (since they'd said it would be sometime this week.) And now, I'm waiting. And waiting. And waiting.

I hate waiting.

Things I have done while waiting: dusted everything I own. Made a spreadsheet of the double coupon policies of every Weis supermarket in Pennsylvania. (People on a couponing facebook group were asking "Does anyone know which Weis stores fully double coupons?" on practically a daily basis, and every post would be replied to by a hundred people saying, "Lehigh doesn't!" "Altoona does!" and fifty people saying, "What does fully double mean?" and my options were either kill all of them or solve the problem. So I went with solve the problem, and made a chart, and posted it to the group.) I also made some curried tempeh mango salad, and sorted recycling, and tried on sports bras. I'm running out of things to do while I wait. (Well, my living room floor is currently a mess of coupon scraps and newspapers. I could clean that up.)

And now our cat Shadow is showing signs of neurologic problems. Universe, we do not need Hubby's cat dying in the middle of this, OK??

Well, they got back to me, saying that they still don't know -- the hiring decision still has to go through several more layers of administration. I replied to my current job, saying that I do plan to stay. If the other one hires me, then I'll figure out what to do then.

Sounds like the best you can do with what you've got, Hil.

Ugh what a pain, Hil. Good luck that it all works out smoothly.

The other day, I was woken up by 8 text messages in rapid succession, from some idiot wanting to transport my car to Texas. I replied with a what the hell type of message. Why are you spamming me with 8 messages. His response "I only sent one, it must have broke it up into 8". Turns out some idiot posted a request for car transport, and put my number in by accident. Fine. A few phone calls more. And finally someone says "I can have it removed for you", and that was it.

Fast forward to today. The idiot that started it all, sent another EIGHT text messages. Uggg!! IDIOTS!!!

I am this close to signing his email up with a SPAM service. THIS CLOSE!!!!

(I think my fuse is short this week. I will be a LOT happier when this stupid musical is up and running)

I think my fuse is short this week.

Oh indeed. You and me both. I actually left the office by myself for lunch at 3pm (waited for coverage because I can't shrug off stupid responsibilities) and DRANK SAKE with my sushi. I can't remember ever doing this! I often go out to lunch with others, or pack my lunch, or walk a block to the grocery store where they have awesome soup and salad stuff, or get take out. But go by myself and drink at lunch. Never.

A good plan since there was quiet, and good food, and soothing oriental music.

Tomorrow should be better.

I cannot figure out how to get the recycling people to actually take my paper recycling. They used to take everything that I put in the bin. Then, last week, they left the paper stuff, with a note saying that now, paper had to be bagged separately, in either paper or plastic bags. So, I put some of my paper stuff in a paper bag, and then I ran out of paper bags, so I put the rest in plastic bags. They just came by, and they took the paper bag full of paper, but not the plastic bags full of paper. I'm willing to abide by the recycling-sorting rules, if someone will just tell me what they are!

Ugh Hil, sometimes university bureaucracy can be maddening. My boss made a point this year of getting out offers to the top candidates ASAP because he finally--after over a decade--realized how many hires we were losing because our offers came so late.

I hope today is better, Laura.

One is how my brain works, the other is how it doesn't.

I love this way of looking at it, Plei.

And now my landord emailed me to tell me to put the trash bags into a trash can. I give up. This paper is not getting recycled.