Damn. yesterday I had a gloomy little internal fit because the lines of communication have been dead since the interview.
And then I got a callback, and time set for a phone conversation. I won't jinx it by saying what that usually means.
I'm happy, but it's amazing how things don't happen until I get so pissed off about the lack of progress.
If I get this, this means being able to move into the apartment I'm paying for, with Mrs. Poppinjay, on a permanent basis AND attend graduate school for about $50 a semester AND receive a paycheck.
And no more NC to DC commutes.
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I think the Apocalypse is happening all around us. We go on eating desserts and watching TV. I know I do. I wish we were more capable of sustained passion and sustained resistance. We should be screaming and what we do is gossip. -Lydia Millet
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